If you read the post about Thanksgiving, you remember the short story about the boys pouring my water bottle from my night stand on my bedroom floor and having a dance party while I was prepping the turkey.
Well I obviously didn't learn my lesson yesterday (and C & P knew that!). While I was making breakfast this morning, I noticed it was wayyyyy too quiet. On the hunt I went for two toddlers. I soon found out that the boys took it upon themselves to sneak into my bedroom, grab my bottle of water on my night stand, and proceed to pour it all over my bed.
Yes, I'm serious. Here's proof.
While we purposely had two children super close in age so they'd have a built in playmate AND while I love that they're starting to play more and more together as P gets older, this is not the kind of play I had in mind. I guess beggars can't be choosers though.
