So I'm in the kitchen doing dishes and trying to clean up the table, which is covered about a foot deep end to end, so we can't eat at it. All 3 kids have breakfast and are watching cartoons and playing Barbies. TheBoy ends up taking things from the baby and causing a total meltdown, so I send him to his room. He back talks like crazy, so I end up escorting him. I get upstairs and discover.....
He and Trout apparently chose to play Hansel and fricking Gretel, making a path of Rice Krispies up the stairs and into TheBoy's room, right up to the edge of his bed. How I missed this, I'm not sure, because I thought I could see them the entire time.
Huh. For the record, we don't have any birds or woodland creatures living in the house to eat up the path, but I'd be lying if I didn't mention that I briefly considered my role as the witch intending to cook the children.....
It's a good thing TheBoy loves the swiffer Carpet Flick almost as much as I do. He happily cleaned it all up, thus saving Trout's life, or at least freedom to play this weekend.
And my husband wonders why it's always such a damn mess in here....
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