Wet Light Fixtures and Oatmeal Kisses

Dear Lindsey,

Tuesday (coincidentally the day after I had written you regarding the underwear fire), I left three children for a few hours in the morning, while I went to a friend who was dealing with news of the unexpected loss of her father.

When I returned, a Brady crime scene was underway.  Water was pouring out of the light canister in the ceiling of the first floor. I walked past to find the two male culprits Continue reading