Friday, August 03, 2012

Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend

This is another one of those posts that could have lots of names, it's also one I'm not really sure how to start.

While out running a quick errand last night, I was praising the girls for having played upstairs by themselves without fighting for more than 4 minutes 2 seconds. After having to go up a couple of times to get them settled, I got lost in doing some work. I would hear an occasional door slam or burst of giggles, but for the most part, they were quiet. As I look back on it now I realize it was probably too quite to have meant they were up to anything good.

So, back to the car ride. While praising them and asking them what they were playing upstairs, "Ashley" offers up something about the Munchkin getting the diamonds out of their butts. Whatever she said about this game just before and just after, got lost somewhere when I heard that thing about "diamonds and butts."

The Munchkin started shushing "Ashley" and if that's not a sure sign of something amiss, I don't know what is.. The conversation that followed went something like this...

Me: Diamonds in your bottom? What do you mean by diamonds?

Girls: Those little round things...

Me: What Round Things

Girls: Those things from the craft room that look like diamonds, blue diamonds.

Me: The blue sequins?

Girls: Yes

Me: Um.. Well...  In your bottom?

Girls: Yes

Me: Why would you put those in your bottom?

Ahsley: We didn't, Munchkin did

Munchkin: I DID NOT! I'm closing this conversation

Me: You don't close conversations, I do and I still need to know what is going on with these diamonds. Are they in your bottom now?

Girls: No

Ashley: Munchkin got them out

Munchkin: I DID NOT! I'm really done talking about this.

MaryKate: They might still be there, but I think they're not.

Me: Ok.. So where are these diamonds now?

Girls: In the Playroom...

Me: * Fighting the urge to cry or laugh or both, I passed them the bottle of Purell*

After arriving home and doing some investigating, I learned that the diamonds were not in fact sequins, they were clear decorative stones they found from some abandoned craft project. I also learned, thankfully that they didn't put them in their butt, but instead in their pants.

The game they were playing was "Poop Mail." They would "poop" a diamond into a piece of paper and deliver it through the mail slot on the Huge Playhouse in the playroom. There were probably 35 pieces of "mail" that had been delivered to that address.

Yeah. So how was your day?

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