This morning as I stumbled downstairs to wake up Delaney, I happened to spy a smallish hole in the wall near the downstairs bathroom (how I missed it last night, I have no idea). A HOLE- and smallish may be too mild. Mediumish? Hmmm, I pondered, where did this hole come from (well, besides the kids, because I knew at that point that one of them was behind it)? Being the seasoned investigator that I am, I spied a foam baseball bat lying on the floor under the hole. The hole is the exact same size as the small end of the baseball bat (which unfortunately is hard plastic, not foam like the rest of the bat). At least I now know what the 'weapon' was. I still can't get anyone to fess up. They are all siding together on this one and claiming they had nothing to do with it. If I wasn't so mad about the hole, I'd be proud of their sibling loyalty.
By the way, anyone know an easy way to patch a hole in the wall?