Sometimes, I question the wisdom of my “no TV until 7:00 pm” policy.
“Find something to do, or I’ll find something for you to do,” I said.
“Bored people are boring people,” I said.
“You’ll have to use your own brain, because I’m using mine right now, ” I said.
And then I walk into the kitchen to find four boys all tied to chairs with gags in their mouths.
I found this note later, and it explains so much. Sort of.