First, there was the still-unsolved Brothers' Bus Stop Brawl. Still think I should have called the cute, blonde neighborhhod girl in for questioning. Now, we have the mysterious Bloody Toe Clothes Hamper Fracas.
I was chatting on the phone with Lib yesterday. Numbers 2-4 and I were about to walk out the door to pick up Number 1. Then the familiar wail of Number 3 came from the other room. The legitimate wail, not the I-want-to-watch-another-Spongebob wail. I turned the corner to find him wallowing on the floor holding his blood-dripping foot and Number 2 shrugging his shoulders.
I'll never know what really happened. I have pieced together differing accounts of Number 3 pretending to be a ghost with the clothes hamper over his head and Number 2 possibly dropping or throwing or kicking the clothes hamper in such a way as to cause bloody, bodily injury to Number 3's big toe.
The truth? Who needs the truth? I probably couldn't handle it anyway.
Another day, another story,