Like Mother...like twins

Last night after putting the twins to bed I settled on the couch to relax a bit and watch the tube. Just as I'd gotten comfortable, I heard the squeaky sounds of B & J's bedroom door and knew they'd started the first "leg" in the series of the get- out-of-bed-every-five-minutes marathon.

"Back in bed" I said firmly.

"Mommy" I hear in a little quivering voice

"What,B" I responded poised and ready to counteract whatever excuse my son was ready to present for why he couldn't go to bed

"I've got something in my nose" he said through tears.

Knowing my son as I do I instantly sprung in to action and begin examining his nose to see what I could find. Nothing.

"I don't see anything" I said.

"But there's something in my nose from the boo boo thing" he said adamantly

Unsure what he was talking about I asked him to show me what he was referring to.

As I walked with him towards his bedroom I saw my daughter walking from the bathroom with watery eyes also claiming her nose hurt.

Upon reaching their room I immediately smelled the problem.

My little monsters dumplins had gone in the linen closet, gotten the first aid kit, played with and thrown the bandages aside and then opened up the alcohol wipes and were sniffing them.

I grabbed some tissue from the bathroom and had them both blow in to a tissue a few times which seemed to help. After I was sure they were ok, I promptly scolded them for getting in to things they know they aren't supposed to. I warned them of the harm those types of things can cause when not handled properly and by an adult.

Once I felt they'd been sufficiently chastized, I tucked them back in bed and left the room.

As I left, I chuckled a bit. "Did my 4 1/2 year olds just try to get high?" I wondered.

Naw...couldn't be

But, it wouldn't be completely unheard of.

It's not like someone else in the house hadn't done the very same thing last week