Mischief

Tonight I sent the boys upstairs to get undressed for bath time. My final admonishment to them was to put their clothes in their laundry basket. I was delayed in going upstairs to run the bath, and probably a good 6-7 minutes passed, all the while shrieks of laughter were coming from upstairs. Upon arriving to the door of their room I discovered the ceiling fan running full speed and Jack is flinging clothing into it. With wild excitement in his eyes Eric proclaimed, "Mom, we throw the pants up, and the fan FLINGS them around the room and we get them in the laundry hamper!" From the amount of ceiling stipple that was knocked off and now on the floor one could surmise that there'd been more than a few attempts to perfect their technique. Seriously how do boys come up with this stuff? I blame Darrel and his genetic imprinting. :)