After school yesterday, I had 4 five year-olds in my house. The house I had just been cleaning ALL DAY because the in-laws are coming into town. I believe that I have suffered a series of small strokes that has shut off the portion of my brain to think of advance consequences.

All in all, they didn't destroy too much. Several of the LARGE toys from Lily's closet were out, but quickly put to rights. I did avoid a potential disaster by not allowing one of the boys to drag out ALL of Max's trains on his freshly cleaned bedroom floor. I caught them before the trains, tracks, and various accessories were scattered everywhere.

The biggest effect wasn't immediately apparent; it showed its ugly face this morning. Max was playing outside with Josie when she took "his"place on the driveway with her trike. He looked at her and said, "I'm not your friend any more". I immediately spoke up and made him apologize. But I knew where he heard it..... from 4 five year-olds several times during the previous afternoon.