Hmmm, where is that little cover that goes over the bolts on the toilet? (I'm seriously grossed out by the fact that it is missing, especially because I'm pretty sure it wandered from the bathroom by mouth-to-mouth transportation).
How about the nail clippers?
And I thought I put the beaters in that drawer.
Ugh, why is there a sippy cup of petrified milk in the drawer under the stove?
I swear I just washed that blanket.
Why are there forks in the trash can?
What is that smell?
Aaagh, Leah, why did you put your soiled diaper in the toy box?
Don't drag your blanket through my pile up swept-up cereal!
Actually, don't dump out the cereal in the first place.
How did you find that marble?
Don't unroll the toilet paper!
Don't put the toilet paper in the toilet!
Don't put your hands in the toilet!
Ewww, don't put your hands in your diaper either!
Why did you just hit your brother?
Please let me put you down for three seconds.
And this, my friends, is how I end up giving my children leftover frosting for an afternoon snack.
Mmmm... one bucket of cool whip + one brick of cream cheese + one cup of powdered sugar = one moment of glorious, non-destroying silence. (Notice the randomly placed garbage can trying to usurp the position of the rug and what I think is the protective cover for an old TI-85 calculator floating in the background).
Well, that was over quickly.
Matthew, get out of the pantry. And don't bite that onion.
You won't like it, I promise.