Thursday, February 21, 2008

The Phantom Hole In The Wall

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?


Mom to Toes said...

I have two brothers.

We often united they way your kids are.

When that happened, my parents always just chalked it up to the "Fourth Kid" and left it at that.


Loudest Mom said...

I guess my sister and I did as well- But, we never put a hole in the wall :) We did spill plenty of nail polish on carpet (which actually might be worse-LOL)

Anonymous said...

LOL! I'm so sorry to laugh b/c I feel your pain here, but it's too funny to me that they are forming a silent front. I'm an only child, so it's fairly foreign to me :-)

Maribel said...

Great work.