I was cleaning the boys room and was getting so mad that they took all the buckets out of the closet. I took all their backpacks away and started sorting toys! Dexter's was next and I am never surprised when my good pair of scissors, magic marker, or credit cards happen to be in it. He was watching me pull things out and started to get a little nervous. THEN...I pulled out David's tape measure. He screamed, "WHAT...HOW DID DAD'S TAPE MEASURERERER GET IN THERE?" I just rolled my eyes and said, "Really?" He just shrugged his shoulders, shook his head and said, "I wonder who put that in there." I find it harder and harder for me to get mad at him when he is so animated in pleading his case!