This morning as I was walking out the door to go to work, the Dugga came stumbling out of his room wiping the sleep from his eyes saying something incomprehensible like "they ate my ball" or something close to that. I asked him who ate his ball, and he said "No, they ate my BALL".. Apparently the sleepies hadn't quite left him, and I'm not good at speaking monkey first thing in the morning, so I said to him, "go tell daddy baby." I should have known better, and as I was driving to work, I was concerned, but I figured he would at least wake up his sister like he usually does, and she would wake dad up.... WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG!!!!
Dugga went into the dining room and got the step stool that we keep (above his head) on the table, took it into the hallway, opened the linen closet door, piled the sheets on the ground, put the stool on top of the sheets, and then pulled all of the board games out. He also apparently found the bottle of glue, which I'm pretty sure was on the top shelf, so either he climbed all the way to the top, or his sister helped him get it down... And spread glue EVERYWHERE. There is a puddle in the hallway, drip marks leading into his sisters room, large puddles on her floor, on her table, and on her chair. Did they stop there? No, of course not! He used one of her chairs to open her dresser drawer, climbed up the drawers like a ladder, stood on the dresser and pulled her piggy bank off her shelf on the wall. He then covered the piggy bank in glue, took it into his room and put it upside down (glue side down) on his bed, covering his sheets in glue.
He climbed up his dresser in similar fashion to Emily's and pulled HIS piggy bank down, emptying all the money out, and then covering it in glue too. Little Miss Emily swears she had nothing to do with all of this, but she had glue on her hands too, so although we aren't able to lay the blame fully on David, everybody knows who the mastermind is behind this scheme.
THEN - he must have decided he was hungry, so into the kitchen he went... What's his favorite snack? You guessed it.. Coffee Creamer. He climbed up the counter opened the cupboard, pulled down the creamer, poured it into a bowl on the counter, put the lid back on, and put the creamer back in the cupboard. (Now, I know he's smart, and I know he's coordinated, but this has Emily written all over it, as she tries to cover up her sneakiness, and David doesn't care if we find his mess...obviously) And what goes best with coffee creamer? Coffee of course. He also took down a small package of flavored coffee grounds that we got for christmas and dumped those all over the counter. And remember, this is all from the time I left for work to the time Dad got up, which was maybe an hour.
When I came home for lunch, to a completely stressed out husband, David was sitting at the counter eating his lunch, sweet as he could be. I asked him if he made a big mess in the house and he scrunches his nose up and says "no......but Emmy did" I said "really, it wasn't you?" and he says "no, it was emmy.... And Xena" (our puppy who I had taken to the vet just this morning to be fixed, so there was no possible way it was her). I almost believed him until he threw the dog in there.... Then I realized he was just blaming it on anyone who wasn't there to defend themselves. If only he would use his genius for good instead of evil.....
