Busted

This is the price I pay for 15 minutes of hands-free time. (I'd better check and see what they're doing right now. )

The other day I discovered Davis quietly enjoying this hoard of gum - his cheek bulging and his lips dripping - and just shook my head.  Not in surprise, but in the exact opposite sentiment. So typical. These guys really keep me on my toes.

He's like "What? It's just a couple pieces of gum." What an attractive wad he's got tucked into his cheek - he looks like he needs a spittoon. 

THEN . . . 

merely 2 days later I found myself with too little distraction from my entourage  and began looking around for them.  I found them giggling and wet in the bathroom as they (mainly Dane) hurriedly attempted to scour his skin free of the PERMANENT BLACK MARKER!  Davis was merrily splashing in the water, oblivious to the fact that he was all tatted up.  So oblivious, in fact, that he'd crawled up the stairs with the offending marker still in hand - capless, of course - and leaving a trail of black spots on the carpet (on each step)  that would make Hansel and Gretel proud.  Luckily the kitchen floor, the bathroom vanity, the sink and the wall are all mark free now - thanks to every mother's secret weapon (besides dark chocolate) Mr. Clean Magic Eraser!  The carpet came miraculously clean due to Folex, the best cleaner I've discovered for carpet. As for the kiddos, some fading has taken place - but it's slow enough to give us a good laugh. (Not for them to see).  

Okay, I messed up the red-eye reduction and couldn't recover the original, so Dane looks a little funky.  

It's in his hair, his ears, on his neck, his hands - everywhere. 

And he's right, Dane did it.