Each child is allowed 1 (ONE) big mess a day.
That's it, just one.
After that their quota has been filled and they must be perfectly clean little angels for the rest of the day!!
Gator-boy decided that he didn't want to run the risk of not filling his quota for the day today so he got it filled up (along with tomorrow's and the next day's) bright and early this morning.
Subvet had gone to the hospital to visit his mother and left me in charge of the hooligans and hooliganette.
While I'm busy getting breakfast on the table, Gator-boy dumps 2/3 of a FULL salt shaker on his head...down his right shoulder/arm....the chair cusion...the table...and (of course) the floor.
I tried to explain that it's the left shoulder you throw salt over...and just a bit'll do ya.
And just so's ya know, you can't sweep salt. Got to get on your hands and knees with a wet rag on that one!! Luckily he's short and the floor wasn't too far for him to reach!