We Better Stop

I was really enjoying a few minutes to clean up the house the other day while the boys played in a fort in our living room. I gave them snacks and they dragged all sorts of pillows, blankets, stuffed animals and toys into their fort. From the other room, my mom-ears suddenly tuned in to hear Blake say, "We better stop, Dane. We will get sick." Not good. I stopped in my tracks, frozen for a split second, then quietly tiptoed over to peek in the fort. To my surprise (sort of) they had found a bag of liquid popsicle sticks, yet to be frozen, and opened them with their teeth, squirting juice all over themselves, the couch, walls, pillows, toys and everything else within a ten mile radius. There were about 15 half-drained bags in there, and I'm pretty sure there was more juice on everything than in anyone. Ironically I haven't been able to get them to eat those frozen popsicles for anything -- little did I know they just like them warm and liquid!