Eric was downstairs with the twins. Or was he?
I was woken from my very odd dream of the twins getting in a great deal of trouble to the sounds of...the twins getting into a great deal of trouble.
"Oh no! Why did you...?!" Clearly, words were failing Eric as he attempted to express his utter astonishment that in 5 minutes the twins were able to redecorate the living room.
Note that the tree has lights but no ornaments. Logan convinced us within the first 15 minutes of tree trimming that we couldn't put any ornaments up that weren't made of paper. Even then...he tore up half of those, too.
That's just under 5 lbs of bread flour and about 3 ounces of rye flour. They helped themselves, you see.
Oh and let's not forget the entire 1 lb box of penne noodles they put in their oven. Clearly they were cooking up something.
What? Me? In trouble?
"But I looooooves my sister! She's not bad!"
"Logan! Get off!"
"Fine! Then YOU get to take the fall alone!"
Apparently 5 minutes, under the cover of watching a movie, was long enough to coat the living room, sofa, kitchen and part of the dining room in two kinds of flour. Fortunately, they hadn't gotten to the whole wheat flour by the time Eric found them. That would have been another 5 lbs all over.
These babies need bells! Or constant video monitoring. Maybe low-jacks.
Or maybe I just need a fairy godmother. Ack!