I walked over to my front room, only a few yards away. About 6 minutes later, I get up to check on them. I swear I didn't hear a thing that caused me any concern during those 6 little minutes.
Into the living room I walk and see: every cushion on my very large sectional has been ripped off and thrown on the floor....Craisins are scattered ALL over...on the floor, on the cushions on the floor, on the couch, in the sleeper-sofa part...and there are my children sitting calmly, eating tortillas.
I don't have any tortillas.
I look it over. Soft, fresh looking. Okay, it didn't come from inside the couch. (Don't judge me! My couch is known for eating things. Who knows what they could have found!)
Then, I see the box. A Taco Bell dinner kit. Ahhh....that's where the tortillas came from....it's ripped open.
That's when I really notice the mess amidst the mess in the room. My darling daughter had ripped open the red sauce packet and squirted it EVERYWHERE. I mean everywhere. Three spots on the couch, one spot on the sleeper-sofa part, seven...or eight...or twelve spots on the rug, all over the DVR and DVD player and on the entertainment center.
I'll be damned if I can make that sauce packet stretch over the 10 tacos the kit is supposed to make...but my daughter can decorate a freaking room with it.