When stealing is OK

Sometimes my kids steal my stuff.  

A lot of the time it bugs me.  

Sometimes it bugs me a lot.  

Sometimes I could care less.  

This was one of those times when i could care less...

You see, I actually bought a hamster wheel.  It was 60 cents, half off.  ....and we don't have a hamster.  

I did have a plan for the wheel though, but before I could get to starting on it, my bebes stole it.

...and like I said before, it didn't bug me.  

It didn't bug me because they learned about centrifugal force.

It didn't bug me because I think they had more fun with it than I did.

It didn't bug me because...well, who gets bugged over that type of thing anyway?

Me, that's who...I often let this type of thing bug me....but not today.  

Today they played.  Today I just watched.  ...and today I was not bugged.  Win-win-win.

Eventually, they got sick of the hamster wheel, and I went on to make my project .

(no, I can't show it to you yet...soon!)

win-win-win-win.

Along with the hamster wheel, I picked up this stand?  thing? for 25 cents.  I liked the shape and thought it might be fun painted bright kelly green or something.  At the moment it works ok for storing office and art supplies.  However, I think the boys could think of something more entertaining to do with it.  Maybe I'll leave it out for them to "steal"...

I wonder if I've learned my lesson about stealing...