Brothers!

I didn't grow up with brothers. I adore my sisters and have never really felt like I missed anything. Friends with brothers sometimes seem to think I did. I'll never know. There are certain days (like today), however, when I think all I missed was torture.

This morning Phin and Chloe were in the kitchen. He was playing at the sensory table. She was playing in her booster. I went to walk Ava to the door as she was on her way out to school with Marc. Phin soon was behind me and Chloe was crying. I assumed it was just because he left the room.

Wrong assumption- this is what Marc found when he ran back to grab his lunch.

We fought back laughter and corrected Phin with a prompt time out and very stern words. After all, had this been a plastic bag, we could have REALLY had a problem. It is kind of funny and kind of creepy (doesn't she kind of look like the pictures you see of prisoner of war in different countries when they are moving them for location to location- yuck). Poor girl. One can only wonder what is in store for her in the future.

And yes, we did immediate remove the bag and I DID put it back on JUST to grab a picture. Really words just didn't seem to suffice in this situation;)