I just made the little ones breakfast and they're sitting in our gameroom on their 'picnic blanket' eating and watching Little Bear. All is well.
All is well NOW, that is. All was not well when I found a dozen peanut butter footsteps leading to previously mentioned 'picnic blanket'. And I mean whole freaking footsteps, mounds of peanut butter in footsteps form, one little foot after another all over the floor!
It turns out that Olivia (I'm guessing Olivia because Max was in bed and Rose was with me all morning until she left, she was following me around quizzing me about horror movies I've seen and why she can't watch them) has been going into the kitchen while I'm doing morning things with her siblings and sneaking spoonfuls of peanut butter straight from the peanut butter jar.
Elijah saw her doing this and probably either begged her until she had to give in to him to suppress crying (that would give her villainy away to me) or he got it out of the peanut butter jar on his own.
We'll won't know for sure until Olivia arrives home from school later, and by then I'll probably have forgotten all about it.
But regardless, Elijah somehow got peanut butter all over the bottom of his feet and then walked from the kitchen to the gameroom and sat down on the picnic blanket to wait for his breakfast like nothing ever happened.
Then Max came down from bed and demanded that I get her 'A DWINK AND A BUN WITH NOTHING ON IT!!!!'.
Although I reminded her that I am not her slave in a very stern tone, I still went and got her 'A DWINK AND A BUN WITH NOTHING ON IT!!!!', and then I kissed her mean little face and left the room delighted with my life.
I noticed yesterday that I didn't post a photo of Max....