Monday, January 5, 2009
Famous last words: "They're probably fine downstairs by themselves. What's the worst thing they could do?"
It's just that TubaDad and I were REALLY tired this morning. The girls woke up dang early (as usual), and they wanted to go downstairs and play, while we just wanted a few more minutes of sleep. What harm could there possibly be in letting them go downstairs by themselves? Yeah, we don't know how we could be that naive either... Hm, not too bad so far, a couple of suspicious items on the floor, but nothing hair-raising yet. Coming around the corner -- oh crud. The girls said "Mama, we made a terrible mess." Oh yes you did... Is that Metamucil?! All over the floor and in the cups and in the corners of their mouths?!!! And where did they find that Pedialyte? Well, see, um, this is what happened, mama... First we did that, and then, um, yeah, um, next we did this... See it was really easy, we just dragged this chair over and reached way up into this cupboard, and then, oooo what else is in here? Wait, why do we have to get down? And what do you mean we have to clean up this mess, this stuff is fun! Gee, man, I don't know what all the fuss was about, that stuff was really tasty and fun to skate in. Oh well, sister, let's relax with a little YouTube.