So although things have been calmer this week, they have not been free of mischief and calamity. This morning, when I came downstairs to make breakfast, I heard a noise coming from the powder room. The faucet was on. In front of the faucet was a huge mess where the contents of the coat closet were spilled and scattered all over the floor. My inner Shurlock Homes got to work.
A bag of lolly pops that had been on the top shelve of the closet (Halloween candy from two years ago), was now on the floor and lolly pops were all over the place! Then, there was a bar stool taken from the kitchen, and a little chair, and a stepping stool from the bathroom, and a box, and even a cork cutting board that we just bought from Ikea, all pilled around the mess that had spilled out of the closet. It seemed like someone - someone pretty short - had stacked these items to reach something on the top shelve. But then probably needed to jump or lunge to grab, which forced everything to topple to the ground. Hmm... What do you think dear Watson?
Yes, he stacked a cutting board on top of a box, on top of a stepping stool, on top of a chair, on top of a bar stool! Dually, frightening and impressive. Then, he jumped to grab the bag of lolly pops, which he got well enough to spill all over the floor along with some coats and a double stroller.
I cleaned up all the lolly pops and threw the devil candy away. After LittleMan woke up and as we were leaving the house, I pointed to the mess and asked if he knew what happened. "Lolly pops fell. Lolly pops fell." He said.
Ah ha! He confessed to the crime! How would he have known their were lolly pops since I had cleaned them up? unless, he had participated in the act. Ah ha!
I looked at Mari for direction. Now what do we do? Do we punish him? It did not look like he actually ate any of the lolly pops, it looks like the fall scared him into fleeing. I think that I ended up telling him something about staying in bed or climbing being dangerous. I don't really remember because at this point, I was just happy that he stayed in the house. I mean, if we didn't wake up to the sound of a double stroller falling out of a closet along with chairs, cutting boards, and lolly pops; then we definitely would not have heard the front door open.
So the lesson to self is: if one passes out in bed exhausted with a headache and the other one passes out in an allergy / Claritin coma, put up a baby gate on the stairs to keep the kids from mischief, candy, poison, and/or exiting the premises. Freaky.