I actually TRIED to send Quinn to school today, as I thought his eyes looked better. I had an email from the teacher within 10 minutes of his arrival, saying his eyes were still pink, and he needed to come home. THIS is what the boys do when they're stuck at home. They painted themselves RED. With my stamp pad. I'm going crazy over here in quarantine!!! They are currently locked outdoors and not allowed in the house until I regain some sembelance of composure. Colby just said "Mom, you're not mad. You don't sound mad." Oh yes I am, boy. I'm just getting better at controlling it!!! When they were three and painted themselves.... okay. They're FIVE, almost SIX. It's not cute. It's destructive, and they should know better. Really. I DID take a picture, but I told them it was to send to Dad so that he would know how to appropriately punish them when he got home this weekend, and not because I thought it was funny in any way (ok, a little funny. But more exasperating than anything!!!) Please tell me I will look back fondly at all of this someday. That's why I blog it. In the hopes that when I'm old and gray, I will look back at all this and say "Oh. I miss those red, mischievious little imps!"
ADDENDUM: Found the boys outside running through the hose. Because I told them not to come inside until they were "un-red". It's 50-ish out there, so I had pity and brought them swim suits, some soap, and a towel. See, not SUCH a mean mom. 





