



Okay, I know I just did a post about how much I love my boys, and I really do, but sometimes it's all I can do not to strangle them. The other day I went into my room to work on a school assignment. It took maybe 10 minutes to finish up and this is what I came out to them doing. The had laid out all my table cloths around the kitchen, then proceeded to take out my waffle irons, sandwich makers, and electric skillets and fill them with pancake mix, flour, and sugar. They had my skillet full of sugar and flour and had it plugged in, so the sugar was starting to carmelize and burn onto the bottom. And they so innocently tell me, "Mom, we're making breakfast!" It was hard to be mad at them at first because of their innocence, but cleaning it up was a pain, and of course they didn't cooperate very well with the cleanup, so that's when I really did get mad and had to ground them for the day. This certainly isn't the worst mess they've made, believe it or not, and I'm sure it won't be the last, but I just pray that they don't burn my house down one of these days.