I remember a hole that showed up in the drywall at the bottom of the stairs. (This ties in, I promise) There is an odd phenomenon when you raise kids. Stuff happens and, incredibly, nobody did it and nobody knows nothin'. Mind you, I raised the kids saying things like, "Siblings should have each other's back, not stab each other in the back" and other such pearls of wisdom. I didn't like tattling because it was 99% of the time something ridiculous designed just to get someone in trouble so I would often discipline the one who came to rat out a sibling solely for the satisfaction it gave them while letting the offender off the hook. However, I also emphasized that if asked directly they had to give it up and tell the truth. So you can imagine my dismay over the hole in the drywall without a culprit. Time passes and as the kids grow into young adults it becomes a form of sport to try to shock the mother at family gatherings. While laughing and playing together a couple of years ago it was revealed to me that they used to put their youngest brother in the dog crate (on a pillow so he wouldn't get hurt) and launch him down the stairs. They would take the couch cushions and make a barrier against the wall to soften the blow. It was hysterical to the launchers and the one in the crate said it was a blast. Apparently the pillows didn't always cooperate and once the drywall got pierced. Sigh. The statue of limitations had already passed and I had long since patched the hole.
|Now boarding on the upstairs landing....|
Here are today's items:
1. A dog crate
2. A cat crate
3. Another cat crate
4. A cat scratching tower (Yes, K, you may have it)
5. A green and white bird cage