The real story . . .

The following little anecdote by Kevin sure makes us sound a little Swiss Family Robinson. But I can paint a very different picture of our lunch today by filling in the details.
Just as Kevin asked if he should make lunch, Sophie grabs my leg and gives my skirt a tug. I look down to see a child smiling an almost devilish grin. She said, "Come see what Juby did." Oh no. I followed her into the living room to find Juby's legs and half her torso sticking out from underneath a chair. (She thought she wass hiding effectively, no doubt.) Sophie pulls me around to the end of the couch and points to the couch itself. "Juby did it!" she said triumphantly. I hold my breath and look. There, where my attractive faux-suede couch surface used to be, were huge red and blue crayon streaks drawn wildly across a 2ft x 3ft area. I grabbed Juby by the ankles (she still had not moved from her "hiding" place) and pulled her out for a time out. I then flew into action with some cloths, cleanser, and paper towels. Meanwhile, Kevin was making lunch . . .