Cute, aren't they?

I had made the huge mistake of trying to get ready before I came downstairs. Not "ready" in the terms of a normal human (ie: shower, brushed teeth, clean underwear), rather "mom-ready." That is to say: not going downstairs in my robe and glasses. Contacts. Jeans. Sweat shirt. Ponytail. They had beat my down by about three minutes...

I gasped and my eyes widened, mouth dropped as I stared at Crisco smeared all over my small children, and breadcrumbs spread from one end of the kitchen to the other. It was as if Sadie had tarred and feathered her brother, then committed the same act on herself. How is it they managed to pick the most lethal combo they could? Macaroni noodles and fruit snack packages, I can handle that. But CRISCO AND BREAD CRUMBS??

And why is there always a look of surprise when they are busted?**

**For the first time EVER I didn't actually take a picture of the crime scene because Joe Joe was on the move, and I had to get it cleaned up before he spread the carnage elsewhere. This happy picture does not, in any way, depict their faces when I found them.