Creatures and Things...

This afternoon I decided to use the bathroom with the door shut. No big deal, right? You do it all the time. You close the door, lock it, maybe pick up a wrinkly magazine. In fact, you might be raising your eyebrows at the idea of someone not doing it. Ew, how rude! But consider that I am home alone with a two-year-old and a four-year-old and it becomes a different story. This is what goes on on the other side of closed doors:

Thing #1 and Thing #2 decide that cereal might make good confetti and dump it all over the floor. Thing #2 is obviously having great fun grinding it into the carpet. Thing #1 is a bit older and wiser and took off running when she saw me coming.

I haven't forgotten the fact that I do have a third child, the oldest of the bunch, but he is nearly ten and has graduated from Thing to Creature. Creatures are more secretive about their mischief. For example, a creature thinks that he if writes "Hi!" on the wall in teeny-tiny letters, no one will ever suspect it was him. Of course, when it is pointed out to the creature that he is the only child in the house who can spell, his volatile nature causes him to stomp off to his room and slam the door. It should also be noted that male creatures have peculiarly smelly feet and don't shut the door when using the bathroom either, but for entirely different reasons than their mothers.

I should start charging admission for people to come into my zoo... I mean, house.