I DIDN'T DO IT!

I was getting ready for my first mother-son dance date with Kaleb, and in a mere 5 minutes, OR LESS, the following chaos broke out in our home. I emerge from my room to find Dylan hanging from our half wall like a monkey, and Ruby completely covered in yogurt. This is actually not too a-typical. I scolded D, turned around to get Ruby out of her high chair and into the bath, then heard my oldest say, "Mom, Dylan is writing on the couch, and I didn't do it!"

I looked at the couch, I looked at him, I looked at the couch again.

Do you want to re-think that, son?

"How did you know it was me, Mom?"

(For those of you who can't see the blue ink, D scribbled, and K wrote his name...in his best handwriting. :)