Bathtime at the O.K. Corral

Last night during our evening rituals, I heard one of the boys yelling about how someone had shot him in the rear. The reality of my life is that despite the loud noises, I figured (correctly) that there was really no need to run into the bathroom for more details, that I actually didn't want more details unless someone was injured or being inappropriate. And that second thought prompted me to go ahead and look into this.

I walked into the bathroom to find a nerf dart suctioned to the outside of the frosted shower door. There, on the inside, was a perfectly positioned bum pressed against the glass.

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sarahs mom
sarahs mom 04/09/08 - 12:02 am
raising 1 daughter and 2

raising 1 daughter and 2 sons all 13-15 months apart, I soon learned unless someone was bleeding profusely,there was no need to ask. you REALLY dont want to know. MY rules of the house, no wimping, whining, grumping, or spazzing when talking to me because I cant understand you!

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