Well, really it was Friday, but I like the way Mischievous Monday sounds so I'm going to pretend this was a Monday.
So, last Monday, Peter, Owen, and I picked up pizza for dinner (Elsa and Vance were at Grandma Nancy's before anyone assumes we left them home with the dogs). While Peter was inside getting the pizza, Owen and I had the following conversation:
Me: Owen, were you a good boy for Daddy today?
Owen: (Silence)
Me: Owen, were you a good boy for daddy today?
Owen: Ummm, no
Me: You weren't a good boy for Daddy today?
Owen: Ummm, no
Me: What did you do that you weren't a good boy for Daddy today?
Owen: (Silence)
Me: Owen, why weren't you a good boy?
Owen: (Silence)
Now, at this point, I am amazed that Owen fessed up. To what I'm not exactly sure. But, usually he tells me he's been a good boy when he hasn't quite lived up to that. When Peter gets back in the car, I ask him if Owen acted up. Peter groans and then fills me in.
They went to the grocery store to get chocolate chips, among other things. The kids like putting the groceries on the conveyor belt. Peter didn't notice until after he was leaving that Owen stole the chocolate chips. They turned around and went back to the service counter. Owen was holding onto the chocolate chip bag pretty tight, but Peter managed to get it away from Owen, where it proceeded to drop chocolate chips all over the floor. Not only did Owen steal the chocolate chips, he opened them.
Peter cleaned up the mess and paid for our partial bag of chocolate chips. When they were walking out of the store again, Peter noticed Owen had his hands in fists at his side. Peter asked Owen to open his hands. No dice. Peter asked Owen if he had anything in his hands. His answer was no. Finally, Peter pried Owen's hands open and found two handfuls of chocolate chips. I am not sure if the chocolate was melted to add to the mess, but I'm sure it wasn't a super easy clean up.
As if that wasn't enough, Peter came home from his run later that day to find Owen and Elsa running back and forth in the back of the house with a bunch of bandaids. They found Grandma Nancy's bandaid stash and had a bandaid party on a sleeping Vance. I didn't realize bandaid parties were such fun, but now that I know, I must try it.
I am keeping my fingers crossed that Elsa's mischief in the bandaid party was a fluke and this doesn't turn into a future daughter and son in law blog.
