I promise I wasn't neglecting them.
I was busy in the other room and all I heard was happy quiet playing together. When I got up to start on something for dinner I heard this little voice ... "I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry." (this has been Natalie's first line of defense lately) and I saw this little girl.
They had found the Bisquick and decided that I needed some dusting done in the dining and piano rooms.
It's harder to vacuum up Bisquick than you would think.
