"Rancho Huevos" (thanks Kerry)

I came downstairs this afternoon and found some unwelcomed surprises. First, Mason had emptied a full box of Kleenex onto the family room floor, throwing them up in the air like confetti. (Madeline had shown him how to do this just yesterday when she emptied a box of Kleenex herself.) Then he proceeded, down his path of destruction, to the kitchen where he found a full carton of eggs in the refrigerator. (Where was his mother when all this was happening??) He decided at some point to toss the eggs onto the tile floor, happily watching them splatter and ooze. You'll have to click on each picture to get the full affect of the scene. You can imagine my shock, amazement, disgust when I rounded the corner to see it all. I ended up having to call my friend, Kerry, to come and help me; I couldn't handle both bathing the children and scraping egg scramble off the floor and carpet.
Mason has no clue what he's done! He's just happily soaking in his egg whites. He wasn't happy for long...
It's a good thing we weren't having eggs for dinner.
Madeline was dancing blissfully among the yolks and shells. With her pants held up she reminded me of the I Love Lucy episode where Lucy does the grape crushing with her feet. I wish I could say I was laughing at this home episode. Where's my clean-up crew? Oh, yes..."Mrs. Fickett!" I'm having a nervous breakdown.