All this happened within half an hour. While I was washing dishes and tidying up a bit, the rascals wandered upstairs doing who knows what. I'm pretty lax about them doing whatever now since practically everything is kid proof. The only time I get suspicious is if there's crying, if it's TOO quiet, or if I hear some kind of noise that sounds foreign to me.
Well, it got WAY. TOO. QUIET. Usually when they're up to no good, I hear giggling (these slicksters really think they're slick!). While quietly walking upstairs, I hear "Look Char, I see cars". I figure they got chairs out and were looking out the window. Instead...
This is what they're doing!
The rascals just made themselves cozy in our bed! When they saw me upstairs, here's what Lucas said to me:
Why am I getting kicked out of my own room?!
After I invade their little party, they decide to play tag on the basketball hoop!
Accident waiting to happen
After a few minutes, that got boring too. So, the ringleader, Mr. "I'm turning THREE" says "Let's go upstairs Char". I hear some weird clanging that sounds foreign to me, but no one's crying so I figure it's safe. And this is what I found them doing...
AIIIII
When did a safety gate become a toy?!
And now it's nap time.
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