Why Mommies Can't Talk on the Phone

Tonight as we finished dinner, a lovely friend called to chat.
I was thinking how pleasant it was that my children were playing so well together. Quietly.

And "Quietly" should have been my clue.

Ollie came down to tell me he "was trying to clean up, but the bubbles were everywhere".

And just like the bubbles pop in the bath, so popped my illusion that my perfect children were quietly humming Mozart ditties to each other upstairs.

This isn't the first crime committed around here, you know. But together, this duo can demolish an area in a record time.

Really? The Bible AND a Library Book? Have you children no limits? No couth?

And just in case you thought the dogs were to blame for this bubble bath gone bad:

(I guess the real question is if you need more detergent for this load of laundry...)

So here are the criminals.
Those masterminds of destruction.
Plotting evil between each cartoon.

Don't let that banana sticker or the bare legs fool you.
They are constantly scheming their next attack.

Just waiting for the phone to ring.