"...in as little as ten seconds..."
How true, how true. It's the first piece of shred Greg picked up when it was all over.
Greg had spent the afternoon shredding documents, bless his heart, as part of TGPMo2008 (what a team player), and it was time for dinner. We considered pizza, and had popped down to the computer to check out our favorite pizza joint's specials. Were down there almost no time at all. Suddenly, Samantha appeared before us, with a hesitant smile, and informed us they'd been "playing with those little papers Daddy made". In that moment, we knew the fate awaiting us 12 feet above our heads.
We ascended the stairs. We rounded the corner into the kitchen. We saw the damage done.
After much gasping, Greg and I raced one another around the corner from the kitchen into the livingroom...to laugh our ever-loving asses off. Imagine how much FUN that must have been, and how much we, as kids, would have been rubbbing out butts for hours when OUR parents came up the stairs.
So we had them get their little-kid broom and mop, and we cleaned it up together.
(What the HELL is on my dustpan? OH, yeah, the LAST mess Jackson made, but that's another story...)
Funny kids. Troublemakers for sure, but still funny. And cute - even with credit card statement shreds in their hair and on their clothes.