Man! Not Again!

Sometimes you just don't want anymore help around the house. I swear as soon as the older 3 get home from school all heck breaks loose.

Today Sicily wanted to drink the rest of Phoenix's Gatorade that he didn't finish out of his lunch box.

Mom, "Sure Sici that's fine."
Sicily "Glug, Glug, Glug...Oops!"
Bang!
Roll, Roll, Roll!
Those are 12 inch tiles! I didn't know a bottle could roll that far, that fast.

And this of course is all happening while I'm trying to make dinner, (strongly) encourage piano practice, helping with homework and I think the dryer buzzer just beeped to tell me it was done.

Welcome to my house. :)