One Load of Laundry =
COMPLETE MASS DESTRUCTION OF MY KITCHEN
I just went upstairs to do one load. Just one. It doesn't take very long. Ten, maybe twelve minutes. I came downstairs to find the 1 year old and 3 year old having a GREAT time. The only thing I didn't get a picture of, was the great big smiley face, drawn in SHARPIE on my kitchen table. I freaked and wiped that up right away. (Mr. Clean Magic Erasers are my friend.)
What you are witnessing here, is a large amount of Frank's Red Hot Sauce, a Costco sized amount of chocolate milk mix, and some cereal thrown in, for fun.
Yeah, it wasn't just the table that was violated. The entire kitchen floor was also accosted at the hands of the little villains.
Some beautiful flowers also met their death, at the hands of the mischief makers.
Oh! Did I forget the mention the 60+ feet of ribbon that was also strung out amidst the hot sauce and chocolate milk mix?
When I caught them, Luke was drinking the hot sauce from the measuring cup. Drinking it. There goes that punishment for talking back. He LIKES his mouth on fire, apparently.
Do not be confused. That IS chocolate cereal floating in the flower vase. They are very creative.
The hot sauce ran down his chin and covered his belly. All body parts that came in contact with the hot sauce (and the rug, stairs and walls) are now stained a lovely shade of orange. That ought to be fun to explain at church tomorrow.These two are the gifts that keep on giving. While I ran to grab body wash, they took a cup and poured water all over the floor. Two inches of water. Don't they look pretty damn proud of themselves?
Yes, I did let them live. This time.