Grandkid, Chris Keppler, Bb Nicholson discussed on Does This Happen to You

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Everything from labor and delivery. To childcare food clothing shoes illness haircuts diapers. Sports video games and probably even a Jurassic Park Jeep Wrangler or Barbies ultra dream house. But there's one major cost. That's never ever factored in you. Never hear the experts mentioned costs incurred from the destruction of your home. Kids are a force that once unleashed have the capacity to annihilate anything in their path. I don't remember when I first noticed the insanely expensive increase in home repair costs. But it must have occurred around the time my children move from infancy to mobility shortly. After my daughter could walk. She became an artist. She was supposed to be tucked in and sound sleep following thirty bedtime stories. But instead she got hold of my sharpies and produced a mural that spanned the entirety of. Bedroom. The next morning smiley faces unicorns and dinosaurs pranced across the canvas walls as she smudged with the residue of her efforts grin. Proudly it took many many coats of paint to a race all remnants of her artistic endeavors, but at least sharpies weren't as bad as my granddaughter's material of choice, we revisiting my son and his family when his wife charged downstairs shouting, Emma has smeared poop all over her walls. Are you sure it isn't chocolate? I ask. Hopefully, no, definitely pope. I went upstairs to see for myself, but stopped short at the door without going in. It was poop. This took a lot of washing and bleaching in addition to a new coat of paint. But the worst art is the kind neither Clorox nor paint can conceal my grandson. Son's decision to use a ballpoint pen to etch his creative work into our flat screen. TV is forever. Etched in my memory following the damage, we move the TV to the workout room where it is an ongoing reminder of the downside of turning your back on a toddler artistic pursuits, aren't the only culprits adding to unmentioned home repair costs. There was the chin up bar. My boys decided to nail into their bathroom wall. When they tested it down came at bar sheet rock and all before that they blew up the microwave warming McDonald's French fries, ten minutes on high. And there was the time. One of them rubbed a rock across the dining room table to see if it was hard as diamond when they were too old to play with rocks. One son. I forget which one back to car into the garage door. Lest you think my kid's in grandkid. Kids are hooligans. I'll share a couple of stories from outside the family unit. I was having dinner with a friend and the table was set with her best China until she pulled up plastic forks. I must have looked surprised because she said, oh, I didn't mean to use plastic replacing the forks with nice cutlery. She added I forgot it's just us. Grownups tonight. I make the grandkids use plastic because they throw my silverware away. Your grandkids throw your silverware away. I repeated baffled. Yes. I was missing forks. Then I noticed the four year old dropping forks in the trash better than putting civil war down the garbage disposal. I guess which reminded me of the time. My grandson asked what would happen if he tossed a penny in the garbage disposal. Don't do it. My husband warned, but I'm sure you can guess what happened next in response to my friends cutlery. Explanation, another friend. Chime didn't and said throwing forks in the trashes nothing. You know that big glass MIR that covers one wall of our exercise room. What are the kids hurled a shoe and cracked it? You can see from this brief recital of child. Rearing highlights that kids are expensive in more ways than experts give them credit for. So if you're a parent or a grandparent Batten down the hatches and prepare for the unexpected, which you really can't prepare for anyway. One interesting aside to all this is help particular. My daughter has become an adult hood this girl who used to traipse across our carpet in money horseback. Riding boots makes me take my shoes off as soon as I get inside her house. Thanks so much for listening. If you enjoyed the story, let me know and share it with your friends. Follow me at Kris K, K aria on Twitter or Kris K Kepler on Facebook. Or check out

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