Incited To Riot.

So Mom glued Olivia's pet chicken back together and everything was good. Then I read the comments about the whole incident and something happened. Luckily Mom came home for lunch.


"Psst...Mom's home." 

So down the hallway Mom comes, intent on replacing a carpet square that I'd gotten stuck on my footie by mistake. Then she stopped suddenly at the bathroom. "William, what––?" Then: "Caroline? What are you doing there? William? This has your pawprints all over it."

And I said, "Really, I was only trying to teach Caroline a lesson about being careful with Olivia's pet. I don't know what happened but suddenly it all went terribly awry. Really, I didn't mean it. She just got stuck and I couldn't get her out."


"Mommy? I'm stuck." 

"Caroline, how did you get in there?" Mom wanted to know. "William, how on earth did you get that child-proof latch undone?"

Then Caroline cried, "Mommy! William tricked me by telling me there was a toy in here so I went in and then the door shut and I couldn't get out and see how I tried real hard? I've been in here for days and had to pull in the rug just so I could be comforted till you got home because I didn't know if you ever would. And dumb William couldn't get the door open again."


Retextured by Caroline. 

"Hmm," Mom said, frowning, but she checked the big crybaby Caroline and put her down after determining all was well. "William. I don't know how you got that latch open when I can barely do it myself. Now I have to put a bungee cord on this. I'm getting a little tired of having to put bungee cords on every cupboard in the house. The whole house is nothing but bungee cords, tiny boy." She crinkled up her face real hard at me.

"I blame Kukka," I said and blinked innocently like Caroline does and gets away with. "She got me all wound up and I had to do something."