So earlier this week HCBW is getting ready to leave for the evening. I'm getting the kids ready for bed.
I go in the kids' bathroom and there are poo footprints all over. To top it off, the poo-stepper sat on the toilet and wiped the offending foot all around the base of the toilet.
HCBW: "That's wierd. Must have the the neighbor's little girls who were over today. I'm so sorry, gotta go."
Thank heaven for clorox wipes. That was not pleasant, but I did a heckuva job. As far as poo goes, I've changed enough dirty diapers. I can deal. But the neighbor kid's poo is 100x more disgusting than my own kid's. Not sure why.
HCBW is gone this morning. Neighbor kids are at the door. "Can we play?" Yes!, come in. I take them to the room where my kids spilled a huge bucket of melty beads on the shag carpet and spread it over the whole room. "We're playing a game where we pick up melty beads. I'm sure you girls are really good at it."
I clean up the rest of the room while they pick up melty beads. 45 minutes later, all clean and one of them says "I have to go home now."
What's a melty bead, you ask?