I was in the living room. The boys had been in the library (what we call the formal living room) for less than 5 minutes.
But it was quiet. Quietness worries me.
So I go in there. Both boys were behind the leather chair and I noticed they had the laptop. It looked like deacon was just going to type on it.
I grab it and talk about how they can’t play with it. I just happen to open it to see if they were typing and realize typing is the least of our problems.
So then I may have started talking very loudly and using my upset face. Needless to say, both boys were crying and just pointing at each other while I asked, “who did this?”
We need a new laptop.
We need to not leave breakable things out unsupervised.
We need a third kid to be the ultimate tie breaker tattletale!