This afternoon the girls room was a disaster and I gave them the time I was showering to get it presentable. They did very well, except for stacking the mattresses on Grace's bed versus Kate's being trundle-ed underneath. Blankets were laid out with care and clothes were hung up so I let it go and thanked them. Later I hear thundering noises and forbid them from jumping off the double mattress-ed bed to the floor. Again they comply, again I thank them. Things are going well.
Tonight I got the boys ready and in bed then went to the girls room to start the drill across the hall. Both girls were ready for bed, under covers, on the same double stacked mattresses. With many pleases and politeness they asked to sleep like that, I will probably regret letting them but I tucked in the blanket to make sure no one rolls out, showed then the distance of what could happen, and turned to leave.
There is a hole in my ceiling {above the dresser} the diameter of a pencil!?!?
Me-What is that?
G-I don't know what that is.
K- {dodging my look of death}
M- I'd much rather know you broke something than know one of you is lying. Lying is bad. {waiting for a guilt induced confession}
G- I have no idea, I was at school when that happened.
K- I was in the basement.
{I rehang the clock that belongs above the dresser}
G- I may have bumped that when I jumped.
M- You jumped off the dresser to the bed?!?
G- No, I walked off the dresser.
M- Do not climb or jump off the dresser. I don't care as much about the clock, how did you break my ceiling?
G- I think Miles did it.
K- I saw the babies get up there and poked a hole in it with a long drilling stick.
M- Good night girls. No one is going to have any fun tomorrow until I know what happened.
K- Ok mom, the babies did it.
{as the door shuts}
G- Be quiet Kate.
Please don't tell me they are going to formulate some story for tomorrow morning. Grace is barely 6. I had to leave though as neither have great poker faces nor can they think on their toes. Lying is bad.