Who chew on crayons, mouthsful of bright blue, nibbling down our already meager supply and spitting out wet shards all over themselves and the kitchen floor.
Who push chairs around the kitchen, climb up and the drop the cereal tub, spilling a thousand grains of crispy brown rice in all directions.
Who cause their sister to scream "Mama, Elsie is in the fireplace!" and "Mama, Delia is crawling on the (kitchen) table!"
Who dump tiny, juicy, sticky bits of pomelo onto the (newly swept and mopped) floor, and who throw thawed frozen blueberries across the counter (aiming for the sink, but missing).
Who spill milk and juice on their placesmats on purpose, and are copied 30 seconds later by their twin.
Who stuff 3 tiny (chokable) cars into their mouths, and walk around like that.
Who spread 4 loads of laundry all over the floor, covered in dog hair.
Who, upon hearing Mama say something about not screaming, in unison start screaming the loudest, highest screech you can imagine, stopping only to breathe and then continue on.
Who bite each other, tackle each other, pin each other to the ground, and steal toys from each other.
Who wake up too soon, ending this post sooner than it would have been, otherwise!
And who are still pretty damn cute and hilarious, most of the time, even when pulling these crazy-making shenanigans.
Gotta go.
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WHY DO THEY EAT CRAYONS???
Ha ha, I do not know. Its just Elsie, and she just does it over and over again. We have this book called “Yummy, Yucky” with all these splits of two similar sounding things, one food and one nasty, and today she ate two of the yuckies — blue crayons AND soap, Mmmm. She agreed “yup” that she ate both things when we were reading the book.
Sounds just like my house!