I refer to my children as the "dirty girls." I can't turn around for a second without some crazy calamity occurring. Unfortunately, I have yet to learn this lesson, and I turn around "for one second" too often. My penalty for loose parenting is an obscene amount of stained laundry, cheeseball-faced children, and frequently wet socks.
The girls were on point this week. I shook out a blanket in the living room to fold it. The living room has a large bay window which lets in lovely morning sun. I hear the 4-year-old yell "ooh, sparkles." I looked to see her dancing in a cloud of sparkles. Except they weren't sparkles. They were dust particles glittering in the sun. Awesome. Did I mention I also have loose cleaning skills?
It was a nice day, so we played in the sandbox. I was on top of my mom game and had them take their shoes off. Score 1 for Mom. As usual I turned my back for just a second to pick up sticks. When I checked back, I found two smiling girls and four shoes filled with sand. Score 2 for the Dirty Girls.