Silence isn't always golden

It was turning out to be an uneventful night, as I hope so many nights would turn out to be. I was chilling on the couch with a book, Eric in his chair watching his movies, the kids playing in their rooms...or so I thought. You know when you are a mom and you get that weird feeling, like something isn't right, well I wasn't getting it. Eric's daddy senses picked it up instead. I heard him calling out Caitrin's name and when she didn't respond quick enough, that's when he got up to see what the heck she was doing. Our bathroom door doesn't have a lock, we just pull open a drawer to the cabinet so the door doesn't open. Well, she has at some point in time saw this and took it upon herself to do what was necessary. Caitrin was watching Tarren paint her toe nails and decided that her toes needed painting to. When Eric realized the door to the bathroom was "locked", he demanded that Caitrin open the door. His first thought was that she was hurt and bleeding, then he saw that she wasn't freaking out about the "blood" and took a closer look.

He started laughing uncontrollably and made me check out the problem. I was the one who ended up getting higher then a kite to clean up her hands, feet and floor.

Moral of the story:

1. when it's quite... too quite... always investigate

2. keep the nail polish WAY up high out of little hands reach

3. make the husband get high on the polish remover... a headache is always to follow.