The kids are in rare form today. Both incredibly cute and playing better than they’ve played together in a while, but also mischievous beyond what I’ve ever seen.
Being a Saturday, we mostly hang about the house doing various home things. The kids were supposed to go up to their room and clean up. It was rather quiet and Sonya and I just didn’t notice the silence. Then, “Uh oh, Daddy, come up here — we did something”.
I walk upstairs. The bathroom door is closed. Abigail states that they “sorta made a mess” in there. I open the door and see a pile of paper cups on the floor with puddles of water everywhere. On the toilet paper. On the magazine. On the cabinets. On the mirror. Flowing out into the hallway floor. Supposedly they wanted to do the “cup toast” thing … but weren’t too good at it. So, I had them grab a towel and clean up.
I go back downstairs and watch some of the KU game. After a few minutes I hear some hysterical laughing. Loud banging. More laughing. The kids come downstairs — both in Pull-Ups (mind you, they are only for Elliott at night). They say they are babies and that we have to make sure they don’t poop and pee all over the floor (and both proceed to make the “psssssss” and “phfffrrrttttt” sounds, crying and talking gibberish).
Could be worse, I know. But, the circus is living up to it’s reputation (as always).