Well, that's awkward.

One morning after breakfast was finished I was cleaning up the dishes (and drinking some kombucha). The boys climbed up the stairs Jack was talking about space ships and Henry was happy just to be included.

I hear Jack running from room to room and I hear Henry crawling at warp speed (walk, already, would ya?). Then a few minutes pass. I've cleaned up the kitchen and finished my kombucha. I listen to see what they're doing.

::silence::

I remember the last time there was silence. ::eye twitch::

Well, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice... Mommy's an idiot. I run upstairs and find Jack and Henry giggling in my bedroom with 'the grown-up-and-married-adult drawer' open and the massage oils lying on the floor. Jack says to me "I put this one (lavender massage oil) on Henry's legs. They were dirty and I cleaned them."

Grrrrrreat.

The good news is none got on the rug, floors, walls or curtains. So there's that.