So I'm totally taking advantage of my kids playing nicely together knowing full well that if I don't send them in new directions soon there will be blood. I don't care. I'm willing to risk it and take the time for myself. What's 20 minutes for a pint of blood? A good deal I tell you.
Then I hear "Ha! You have been arrested for putting money in your diaper, you shall receive 20 days in jail!"
Then, "Wait, she's getting away! Cut her off!"
"No, over there....YES!!"
"Throw her in the dungeon!"
At which point I may have heard my shower door slam shut. And then I hear a sort of wet slapping sound and a baby whaling at the top of her lungs. It's muffled though so they must have a) gagged her or b) also shut the bedroom door.
And of course I think to myself - ewwww, why is she putting money in her diaper? I draw the line at fishing coins out of poop. I'd rather have the kids clean out water fountains if I got that desperate.
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