No Need to Cry Over Spilled Milk

I really wish I could make stuff like this up.

There is never a dull moment in my household.

This evening, the Mister and I were in the kitchen finishing up dinner preparations when we realized we were out of milk.  (Did you know we just went through FOUR gallons of milk since Wednesday?  Today is Sunday.  And my boys are not yet a combined age of 10??!) We sent our oldest downstairs to our extra fridge to grab a gallon.  He isn't gone 2 minutes when up the stairs he comes flying, "Dad, come quick!  L threw a hockey stick at me and it popped the milk and it's spilling all over!"

Tim being his dramatic self runs at lightening speed down the stairs.  Being more calm in times of major crisis (usual), I grab a bucket and some towels and head downstairs.

Sure enough, Tim is standing with a gallon of milk in the bathroom sink, a huge gouge in the side and milk soaking into the carpet on the floor. 

L is standing there with the deepest belly laugh I have ever heard.  I turn to look at him and notice there is milk running down the walls.  He thinks this is the funniest thing ever.  And you know what?  I cannot even look at him without laughing.  So I turn my head, bite my tongue and carefully scold the kid without even looking at him.  What a brat.

At dinner time, my husband leans to the left and cuts a big one at the table.  Nice.

Two seconds later, my oldest leans to the left and cuts a big one.  At the table.

Laughter explodes and I'm the only one of five people sitting there not laughing.

Do I have any hope?

Is there any hope???

Help?

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