Sometimes it is nice to be wrong.

I usually shower before the girls get up, but sometimes, I wait until after they have had breakfast. I wait until the girls are busy playing or watching cartoons, then I have a quick shower. On this particular morning, I got out of the shower and the house was quiet. Very quiet. I came downstairs, trying to imagine what they could have possibly gotten into. In my head I am imagining all the things I am going to say to them. I open up Brooklyn's bedroom door and find this......