There was a moment one morning when I thought to myself, "Self, things are REALLY quiet. Should I go and see what they are up to, or should I enjoy the peace and quite?"
I chose wrong.
As I walked out of my bedroom (from finally getting to clean it in peace and quiet), I thought that something smelled awfully nice. When I rounded the corner into the family room, I saw him.
Along with her.
Have you ever seen a more guilty face? I think our conversation went something like this - "AVRIE!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT DID YOU DO!?!" (can you tell I wasn't using my quiet voice). "WHAT!?! HOW? ------ WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYY!?!" "WE JUST WENT OVER THIS YESTERDAY. YOU CANNOT OPEN THE BABY POWDER AND DUMP IT EVERYWHERE!!!!!" "WHY DID YOU DO IT??????"
Avrie - "Because it was fun."
This is when I knew I was in trouble. She got in trouble the day before for dumping it on the end table. So . . . she knew it was wrong and chose to "have fun" in spite of it.
On the bright side - my house smelled yummy, and it wasn't poop.