Look, I love my babies. They are sweet and smart and silly and perfect looking.
But they are maniacs, especially the girl.
Since we have moved into our house (in March), Christopher has colored our new white couch with a green marker. Emmy found and dumped red nail polish into a laundry basket (and a little bit onto the floor). Then today she managed to knock over an unopened gallon of blue paint.
Some of you may read this and think, “Well, watch your kids!” The trouble with this statement is that all of these things have happened while I’m in the same room as them. They are sneaky ninjas of destruction that work at a lightning fast pace.