Just my way of saying "yes you did"

I know that I have told my mother on countless occasions that she can't prove the childish shenanigans I got into as I was growing up and because of my parental abuse I came to realize someday I could be in the same position. So I decided to post in this blog about my children and their messy behavior.

Lillian and Daniel are my main two perpatrators. Their main method of destruction is food. In this particular instance. They found left over yogurt from breakfast and very ripe strawberries.
Apparently they couldn't decide who should eat the yogurt and I'm guessing that Daniel probably threw some at Lillian and she got enen by by dumping the remainder on his head. The strawberries were a second choice.

Then came the day that I walked into my kitchen to find my white tiles turned to pink.
Daniel knew he was supposed to eat in the dining room because of all the reminders his older siblings have been given and I'm going to believe that is the real reason the mess traveled so far. (Okay so that's a bit far fetched but wouldn't it be great if it were true.)Daniel wasn't the only perpetrator though both he and Lillian were punished with a cool bath fully clothed. I think all would agree that it was the only solution for the mess.
To look at their smiles it is easy to believe that the punishment didn't work. I am happy to say I haven't had a food mess of either magnitudes portrayed in this post since.So far Andrew seems to have escaped the destruction genes but that all ended today. Andrew is very proud of the fact that he can now write his name so that it is recognizable to others. Unfortunately he hasn't learned the appropriate places to practice.
Andrew got a stern lecture about paper and had to take a nap. I think he looked properly chagrined. The one good thing about all of these messes is that they were temporary and fixable. My one hope is that these small emergencies are influential enough to keep them out of bigger messes when they're older.