A hole in the wall
The children (and when I say children, I am including my husband Mark) were having a contest to see who could climb the farthest up the hallway walls. This involves putting one foot and hand on each wall and shimmying up toward the ceiling. Caroline is surprisingly good at it. Not to be outdone, Mark made his attempt and put his foot right through the wall.
So the sheepish trio (Colin was an accomplice, even though his little legs weren’t long enough to reach both sides of the hall) came slinking in to tell me the bad news. When something goes wrong, confess to Mom and then assume she’ll take care of it; which, of course, I did.
I did get one last laugh though. When I repaired the hole, I bought spackle that goes on pink and turns white when it is dry. I told Mark that pink was the only color spackle Home Depot had in stock – isn’t it pretty?
The look on his face was worth it all.