October 19, 2007
They may look cute and innocent, but really they are plotting my demise. So far having a spit ball fight in their bathroom–leaving hardened wads of toilet paper covering the walls and ceiling, squirting toothpaste at each other and then writing on their bedroom windows with it, emptying out all their clean clothes into their hamper instead of putting them away in their drawers, pouring all the shampoo out to have a “bubble shower” hasn’t killed me yet.
I fear for whatever they think up next.
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