"MOM!!!, there's a problem." It's never a good sign when they confess without coercion. "There's a lot of feathers?!?!?!? A whole lot."
Apparently, Number 2's pillow had a hole in it and 95% of the upstairs was now covered in feathers. The unrepentant capitalist, Number 2 said he would vacuum it all up for $5. DONE DEAL.
I had barely gotten the vacuum cleaner put away and sat down to do some important work on the computer (Facebook and email are important to me.) when I realized Numbers 3 and 4 seemed to be playing way too well together. This was obvious due to the complete silence coming from the other room. Somehow a dry erase marker had found its was into the chalk box. The playroom wall now has a new art piece and the baby has some fresh ink.
"What did you do?!?!", I asked Number 3 in my best banshee voice.
"He didn't do anything, Mama. I did it.", he confessed proudly.
All by 10AM.
* A friend who called right after the feather incident said with complete sincerity, "At least it wasn't feathers AND vaseline. That happened here once."
Another day, another story,