So what happens when a certain boy traps a certain girl in the cat box in the middle of the night and the resulting screaming pierces all our ears? Mom wakes up, grabs the squirt bottle and, after a short chase, gets an innocent other boy right in the face. (Well, it was dark.)
It's just good that Elliott is so laid back, even with the blitz attack. Needless to say, he got an apology, Ivan eventually got his squirt, Screamoline was released and Mom went back to bed. (Izzy and I stayed clear of this nighttime madness.) I'm thinking a lottery win would not get us gone but instead get a certain girl a one-way trip to San Francisco. (Win-win, eh, Spitty?)
Well, here's to a peaceful weekend! Have fun, everyone!