I came home from work yesterday to find the house in chaos. The kids were wild, and Erin had been on her feet the entire day.
Me: Take the dog for a walk. I'll finish supper.
Erin: Are you sure?
Me: Of course. Just go.
She leaves. And then Jane has to go to the bathroom, which she is mostly capable of doing herself.
After a few minutes, I check on her. She needs a bit of help, so I clean her up, and help her with her underwear (why is girl underwear so silly and unpractical?).
Me: I need to check on supper. Can you get your pants on and wash your hands?
A few minutes pass. Henry is so busy yacking at me that I lose track of how long Jane has been gone.
Alice: Ah! Ah hahaha!
I walk into the dining room to find Alice waving the toilet brush around like a sword.
Me: Oh, yucky! Alice! No no no! Let me take that.
I do. She weeps and wails. I pick her up to take her to the bathroom to clean her up. I walk in to find Jane staring into the toilet.
Me: Jane... where are your pants?
Jane: (pointing in the bowl) In there.
Me: Jane... why did you put your pants in the toilet?
Jane: I forget.