thoughts from the closet

Set the scene:
I'm in the bedroom closet and Summit and Wake are at the table finishing lunch in the kitchen.


"Mommy..."

"Mommy..."

wait for it...

"Mommy..."

"Ummm...  ummmm... Mommy..."

hanging up clothes...

"Mommy!  Wakee ummm... Wakee ummmm... ummm..." 


"What is it Summit?"

"Mommy,  Mommy,  Wakee ummmm.... Wakeee ummm... stepped on...  ummmm... ummmmm..."

searching for hangers...

"Mommy , Wakee stepped on ummm... ummm... the...   the... ummm..."

oh come on... just say it!  My Iphone?  Now that would stink.

"Mommy, Wakee stepped on the ummm dishwasher!"   


what?  All that for he stepped on the dishwasher?
"Well close it up then!"

I arrived in the kitchen to find two boys chowing down on slices of white bread they got out of the bread box.


Crisis Averted!