Reason No. 285

Of why I'm glad school starts next week. While sitting in my den/office area in the back of the house, I hear a giant crash coming from the front of the house.

Me: What was that?

Hot Rod: us?

Me: Yeah, but what was it?

Hot Rod: the laundry basket?

Hmmm. I try to ignore it and continue writing.

Then the saga gets richer. In comes Little Bit with a stuffed animal and a tissue requesting tape.

Me: Why do you need tape?

Little Bit: For a cast.

Okeyyyy dokeyyyyy. At least they're playing peacefully and not bickering like their Granny and Papa for a change.
 
Then, the red alert noises start blaring in my head when I hear Hot Rod:
 
"There is no rule about seat belts."
 
This is the stopping point. I walk in to find pillows all along the bottom of the stairs and a laundry basket containing a stuffed penguin "secured" in place by two toy mops criss-crossed inside the basket and poking out each side.
 
Nope, nope, nope. This stops now, I tell them to cries of WHY?
 
Really? You don't see anything wrong with this picture kids? Gees Louise.