Ah, the mess kids make.  I am not sure about your kids, but my kids make messes.  They a make these messes often.  Often times these messes go days without being cleaned up.  I almost broke my neck the other day when I stepped on one of those darn My Little Ponies.  Over time, I have started to think of my kids as criminals.  I mean, they don't listen to me (about the messes) and I  know this because they keep making messes.  So, I have started to come up with new and creative ways to get my kids to clean up.  This video is a tribute to the kids and the messes they make, my kids, Benny Hill, silent films and in some smaller degree a tribute to Joeprah.  Anyways, just watch it already.

**Note: This story contains valuable parenting information. If you are squeamish or do not like stories about real life events you may not want to read this story. **

As parents there are many times that our interests, needs and even our health are put on the back burner as we tend to our little ones who insist on being perpetually first in line for attention.  Although this is true there are some times when nature will wait for no one, not even a whiney brat.  Something horrible happened to me a short while back when I was out on a shopping trip with my two youngest daughters into the heart of a nearby town that has all the Target's, Kohls', and Toys 'r' Us's making it a great place to go to cross of multiple items on a shopping list.  We had eaten fast food that day

I am not sure if shops, institutions, textile mills and other places of business near you do this, but virtually every place of business I frequent during my daily trips are none other than a lollipop "hot spot" or a "lollipop free zone" by my daughters--especially my two year old.  Yesterday (from whenever you are reading this), I had to drive my daughters to school because they missed the bus and that means I had to bring my two year old along as well.  Since they had simply missed the bus and weren't late all I had to do was drop them off in front of the school and not go in, which is preferrable when you aren't wearing shoes in the middle of the winter.  Anyways,

I bet all you parents out there go through the same problems I do when it comes to your kids art work. What should I throw away?  The obvious answer is, of course, all of it, but that's easier said then done.  Let's face it, kids are probably the most fantastic salesmen.  We get these kids running over to us, out of breath and excited as can be, saying, "Daddy, Daddy!  Look at this picture I made for you."  You half expect to look down and see Mona Lisa eating at the Last Supper the way they're jumping around.  Now here in lies the problem.

I think I have always been a pretty cautious person, being raised on a steady diet of horror movies will do that.  But I also have developed a healthy skepticism that allows me to cipher through the BS to know when to be on the look out for ghouls and other creatures (cause they're out there) and when to put away the crucifix and holy water.  Although monsters are scary, I feel we all can agree that real life can be even more frightening with taxes and all.  I have three daughters, and although