David: “Well the kids are playing quietly together.”

Me: “Oh no!”
(Run to find out how many of them must be unconscious. Discover a locked bathroom. Panic.)
Me: “You need to open this door right now!”
Mia: “It’s okay Mama.”
(Click)
Zoe: “Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
(Boom)
Wesley: “Waaaaaaaaaaaa!”
Me: “Let me in before I count to ten or else…(couldn’t think of a good enough threat, so I left them to think of their own). 1, 2, 3…”
Zoe: “It’s not my fault Mama. Mia has me trapped!”
(I assume the drama queen is in full victim mode in preparation for her defense, so I continue the counting torture).
Me: “4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9…”
Zoe : “(Insane Shera scream)”
(BAM! Zoe opens the door holding a broken piece of plastic).

What just happened???

My mischievous middle decided she wanted a chance at splashing the water from the overflowing sink all over the floor, but the tiny little made the mistake of battling the beast. The brave big stepped in for the tiny little. Problem solved? Oh no! War waged! So the smart and yet, not so smart, brave big made the wise decision of following the mischievous middle’s direction to play hide in seek in the linen closet. Thus, mischievous middle easily traps her first victim with the plastic child safety lock (Click….”Ahhhhhhhh”), knocks down the tiny little (Boom…”Waaaaaa”), and reclaims her spot at the sink of destruction. Fortunately, Zoe’s need to beat the challenge of the Mama countdown provided her the superhuman strength she needed to literally bust open the cabinet, shattering the child lock (“(Insane Shera scream)”….BAM!), and produce the evidence of her defense.