my mischief makers

The other day I went to check on James after hearing them giggling upstairs for a while. I got a terrible pit in my stomach when I go to the top of the stairs and realized they hadn't been playing in their room which meant they had been in my room...and that usually means trouble. Sure enough, both boys were in the bathroom. Thatcher was sitting in one of the sinks with an eye shadow brush in hand and eye shadow all over his face and lips. James had successfully emptied out all drawers within reach and both were laughing hysterically at each other. Yep, real funny.