It begins, as these things always do, with Mary shrieking from upstairs–“The boys are destroying my room!”
Her cries seem urgent enough (and I’ve spent enough time cleaning the darn place) that I skip up the stairs and into pink paradise.
Everything from Mary’s toy fridge is scattered across the floor and the boys are in the corner waging war on the dollhouse. “I don’t know what happened,” Xander motioned toward the fridge, “I just walked past it and everything flew out at me.”
Turns out they had booby-trapped the shelves to empty their contents when the door was opened. Scowling and baby-cursing, Mary settled herself into the empty space and found that she liked it there.
Is this too graphic for a family blog?