And then today, we had another mess. This picture of Elizabeth's shoes was the only picture I cared to take. After dinner tonight, we decided to make cookies. As Ryan and I were deciding what kind to make, Emma mysteriously disappeared, except we were too involved in the cookie debate to notice. After a little while, Emma came into the kitchen saying that she got lotion on her clothes.
I asked, "How did that happen?"
"I was using the lotion," she replied.
"Which lotion, and why were you using it?"
"The white lotion," she innocently explained.
"And why were you using it?"
"Um, I don't know. It just dropped."
So I went down to my room, and lo and behold, there was lotion on the floor, my bed foot board, my sheets (I didn't make the bed today-- it was a nap day), both pillows, Elizabeth church shoes (how did they get in there?) and Emma's clothes that she was wearing.
Ryan asked her if she did it. Emma denied it. We then tried to remember where Elizabeth was before we take action. I was pretty sure Elizabeth was in the kitchen the whole time, so it must have been Emma.
Ryan started, "Why did you put lotion all over?"
Emma: "I didn't do it."
Ryan, "I don't want you lying to me. Did you do it?"
Emma again said, "I didn't do it."
"Your sister was in the kitchen. You will be in trouble if you are lying to me. Did you do it?"
Small voice, "Yes."
"And why did you put lotion everywhere?"
"I was decorating it."
So Emma got to sit on her bed, while Ryan answered the phone and had probably the longest phone conversation with my dad. And I cleaned up. Oh well, it was time to wash the bedding.
Oh, and did I mention that spray detangler squirted on a hardwood floor makes the floor very slippery?
*The title comes from a quote from "Northanger Abbey"