I spent half an hour in my dryer drum last night. The reason that I was in the dryer drum was because there was a crayon that went through the cycle and melted down to a fat stripe around the interior. Things like this happen daily.
You may enjoy pictures of something else that happened this week: the kids found some drippings of deck paint and painted themselves, the patio, the house, and their dump trucks red. When I realized what had happened, I told them to de-robe immediately (their clothes were soaked with paint and I was afraid that it would spread everywhere, which it did anyway). So then they were running around the backyard nude, except for the paint:
I carried them in individually to avoid red footprints on the carpet. Then they sat under the shower for a good 20 minutes while I scrubbed paint off the house (which was easy) and off the patio (which was hard). When I came back to scrub the kids, Michael asked to say a prayer in the bathtub. He bowed his head and prayed that they could be more obedient. It's hard to stay frustrated for long.