Why is it that anytime I am upstairs putting laundry away I get some kind of version of this:
Toast: "Mommy- the boys are making a mess!"
Me:"Then tell them to clean it up."
Toast:"But its a really REALLY BIG mess!"
Me:"So be a good sport and help them clean it up."
Toast:"Dude, this is one you're gonna wanna see!"
And so I decide that the laundry can wait. And we head downstairs to the kitchen where my 2 little SPAZZ-manian devils have ripped open a box of pancake mix and rolled around in it.
Meet albino Ben.