Like most mothers, I try to minimize the mess. We have certain house rules that work to mitigate the damage, like no eating in the living room, or really in any room other than the kitchen, unless you have express permission to do so.
So, when I saw this red stain on the sofa this morning, I was a bit miffed.
My first reaction was that it was my husband (gasp) because the girls really are quite good about not eating in the living room, but he vehemently denied it.
So I called in the girls.
"Ahem, what's this girls?" I asked firmly while pointing to the couch.
This was quickly answered with, "It wasn't me!" "It wasn't me!"
"Well it had to be somebody."
Just then, Anneke looked at her step dad and said, "Hey T, what's that on your shirt?"
"You're cold busted!"