I walked out of my bedroom this
morning and the hallway looked like we had been robbed, except nothing was
missing and the front door was still locked.
WTF? I was home alone last night with the
girls who are one and five. I’m pretty
sure the one year old had nothing to do with it since when she is up in the
middle of the night, she assumes everyone else should be up too.
Me - Shylee?
Honey? Do you know what happened
to the hallway?
I walked towards her room and noticed that some expert ninja
robber had also attacked her room.
Shylee - Oh, good morning. (So nonchalant, and so Shylee.)
Me - What happened out here?
Shylee - (Still unaffected by the fact that our house is in
shambles.) Oh yeah, sorry. Things got a little out of control last
night?
Me - What happened last night?
Shylee - Ya know, we had a party and things just got carried
away. These kinds of things happen all
the time.
Me - We? You had a
party with someone?
Shylee - Yeah, just me and the bears. No biggie.
Me - The bears? Like your
teddy bears?
Shylee - Yeah, they are a riot.
Shylee proceeded to the bathroom and closed the door behind
herself.
What just happened?
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