So, two days ago...as I'm getting the bathtub ready for the kids nightly bath....I heard Ryan go into the master bedroom and shut the door. He's been kinda fascinated with doors lately...wants to open and shut them...open and shut them...etc..etc.
So I leave the tub running and follow him into the bedroom. He's been in there, alone, for 1 minute max. I figure...what could he have possibly gotten into in a measly 60 seconds or less? I knew there was nothing dangerous in there...so I wasn't worried.
Apparently....I have a lot to learn about child-rearing. This is the scene I walked in on.
(Don't mind the dirty laundry on the floor). In less than 60 seconds, he had somehow managed to locate a full container of silver glitter (don't even know how/why it was in our bedroom....darn Jim!)...open it....and dump it all over the bedroom carpet.
Isn't that cute?
And...again...cause I apparently have a lot to learn about child-rearing....instead of grabbing the vacuum and immediately working to clean up the mess...I grabbed my camera....which sent the message to my young impressionable children that this sort of behavior was not only tolerated.....
....and we still have glitter in the bathtub....the carpet....the hallway...our hair.....
OF COURSE this has to happen hours after the cleaning lady has left. GEESH!