So.....(sigh)....we had quite an incident happen yesterday. Last night, as Matthew was watching some show on TV and I was busy on my NEW LAPTOP!!!!!, there was a conspiracy going on in our home that we were completely oblivious to. I could hear the soft and muted chatter of our two precious angels playing so well together. It sounded as if they were playing in their closet (which they do often) and so we were enjoying the peace and quiet in our pleasant home. I at one point heard Sophie calling my name, but I couldn't understand what she was saying, so as a good mother, I just ignored it and kept on with my hobby. That is when it happened. All of a sudden it sounded as if someone had poured out 5 pitchers of water in some room. With confusion on both of our faces, Matthew and I turned to each other, both with a look saying, "You get up and check on it!" I won. Matthew got up and opened the door from which the rushing water sounded from. "Sabrina!!! You have GOT to come here and see this," Matthew said. I stood quickly, now more out of curiosity than obligation and walked towards Matthew, who I now discovered was in our guest bathroom. There standing quietly, backs up against the washer and dryer, feet soaked and hair wet, were my two precious little girls, looking so innocent and yet chaos was round about them. Out of my mouth came, "Girls, WHAT....DID....YOU...DO?" I could see it for myself, but I needed to hear it from them. Sophie quickly did what any good big sister would do and said, "Mattie did it." Which I partially believed being that she was the one with soaked hair, hands, shirt, socks, and the worst of it all, a clump of wet toilet paper hanging out of her mouth as she was sucking the excess water into her obviously parched mouth! "No Mattie, No! Get that out of your mouth. Dirty Mattie, that is DIRTY!", Matthew and I yelled. After recovering the toilet paper from her mouth, we began to deal with the disaster zone. We sent both girls to their respective "Naughty Chairs" and began dealing with the mess. We soon discovered that they had attempted to flush an entire, BRAND NEW, role of toilet paper down the toilet, along with gobs and gobs of more that was jammed down into the throat of the bowl. Matthew cleaned up the mess and the girls got a much needed bath after that. After the crisis was all over and both girls had been disciplined (no spankings for this one, just some time out in the Naughty Chairs), we asked Sophie how many times they flushed the toilet, and she said, "3 daddy!"

What a mixture of emotions a parent can have over something like this. No, it wasn't that big of deal, but you still feel a bit of frustration realizing that your child's messes eventually always become "Your" messes, and at the same time, you want to laugh, because they looked so guilty and sweet at the same time. Oh the joys of parenthood. I wouldn't trade it for anything!!!