Last night the girls were horsing around in their room.

They were asked several times to tidy, put on their pyjamas following a bath and come down to the family room for a game.

Somewhere in that list of complex instructions, there was a miscommunication as they were spotted several minutes later using their towels as skipping ropes and juggling Barbie parts from one end of their room to the other so I slunk down the hall with my laundry basket which I feel totally lopsided when I’m not carrying it and decided to get some cleaning done.

After a few thuds and a lot of laughter, the guilty girls emerged having discussed how they wanted the following conversation to play out.

Ellie: Mom, you said you wouldn’t get mad at us if we told you the truth.

Smart, backing me into a corner by getting me on a technicality.

Me: Go on.

Hanna: Well, we kind of. We sort of. We accidentally.

Hurry up! Is something on fire?

Me: What is it girls?

Ellie: We flung our tights up on the curtain rod and we can’t get them down.

Me: Okay. That’s not so bad. The question is how did you try to get them down?
Hanna: Well, we whipped, I mean threw, I mean we gently, really lightly, tossed our pillows, the really tiny, soft, super, ultra, small, light..did I say light? Pillows and they got stuck too.

Ellie: Yeah and also, we threw some stuffies and they got stuck.

Me: Alright, let’s go assess the damage.

Ellie: You’re not mad right Mom, because we told you the truth?

Me: That’s right, but you know you shouldn’t be throwing things at your curtain rod, nor should you be throwing other things to attempt to knock the first round of things down.

Hanna: We also kind of, um, sort of, yanked my underwear drawer out of my dresser.

Me: Okay

Ellie: And we pulled the knob off.

Keep those confessions coming girls.

I’m not mad.