Muffins
Just reading my own posts about the kids makes me try to remember some of the other funny things that have happened.
Natalie often comes out of her room after she's put to bed. She has all sorts of funny excuses for this. Last night, she came over and complained that Daniel was tickling her. We sent her back. Ten minutes later she came back and complained that Daniel bit her butt. Unfortunately, these allegations are sometimes true. Daniel is pretty wonky when he's sleepy, especially if he's just had his computer games (he really likes Super Mario - he can't actually play but enjoys seeing us play "for him" haha).
Anyway, when we're too tired to put Natalie back in the kids room, sometimes we just tell her to go back on her own. I remember once she came out of her room and complained that the room smelled of muffins. "Huh??"
Anyway, we sent her back without getting out of bed ourselves. But two minutes later I thought her excuse was so bizarre, it had to be true. So I got up, went to her room, and true enough, the room smelled of muffins. I switched on the light, dragged Daniel up (he was already asleep) and hunted around for the source. I finally found it - some milk had spilled from Daniel's milk bottle from who knows when (yuck!) and it was congealing on the floor under the mattress. It really did smell of muffins.
Lesson learned? If a kid's story is so crazy it can't be true, it must be true.
Natalie often comes out of her room after she's put to bed. She has all sorts of funny excuses for this. Last night, she came over and complained that Daniel was tickling her. We sent her back. Ten minutes later she came back and complained that Daniel bit her butt. Unfortunately, these allegations are sometimes true. Daniel is pretty wonky when he's sleepy, especially if he's just had his computer games (he really likes Super Mario - he can't actually play but enjoys seeing us play "for him" haha).
Anyway, when we're too tired to put Natalie back in the kids room, sometimes we just tell her to go back on her own. I remember once she came out of her room and complained that the room smelled of muffins. "Huh??"
Anyway, we sent her back without getting out of bed ourselves. But two minutes later I thought her excuse was so bizarre, it had to be true. So I got up, went to her room, and true enough, the room smelled of muffins. I switched on the light, dragged Daniel up (he was already asleep) and hunted around for the source. I finally found it - some milk had spilled from Daniel's milk bottle from who knows when (yuck!) and it was congealing on the floor under the mattress. It really did smell of muffins.
Lesson learned? If a kid's story is so crazy it can't be true, it must be true.
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