After setting Ollie up with a snack yesterday, I went upstairs to shower, taking Carina with me. At some point she must have wandered downstairs, and as I was finishing up, I heard Ollie yelling,
“Mom!!! Carina is on the counter!”
“Okay, Ollie. I am coming.” (continuing to get dressed)
“MOM!!!! Carina is on the counter!!!! Come get her!!!”
“Ollie, I am coming. Calm down.” (putting deodorant on)
At which point I walk downstairs to find this:
What is wrong with my children?!!!!!