Two Minutes, February 4

I left the room for two minutes, if that. 120 seconds is all it took. Liam, the brains of the operation, was able to reach far enough onto the kitchen counter to grab the box of kleenex. Connor, the brawn, gets down to business pulling out a fistful of tissues at a time. I walk back into the living room blissfully unaware of Operation Runny Nose now underway.

I should have guessed when I heard the giggles. Liam tells me he just wanted to wipe up a little water he spilled on the floor. Connor grins and holds up some kleenex when I start crying over the mess...okay,not really. I admit it. I laughed. I couldn't help it. I mean didn't you start giggling when you saw this picture? I try to keep my composure when reprimanding and normally do really well. But come on! I'm not made of stone.