I swear, things like adventures in duct tape could only happen at the Non Stepford home.
It all started innocently enough. Wolf and I, on our ‘Date Night’ (aka massive grocery shopping trip of the month) stopped in at the local, “Get Things Cheap Here” store. Call it…StallMart.
So, there we are. We were picking up some odds and sods, and came upon Wolf Heaven. A bin of fancy duct tape. On sale, no less. Patterns, colours, you name it, it was there. Wolf, a firm believer that duct tape can solve most things, started to drool.
Being the good wife I am, I admitted defeat, and told him to have at it. I figured, if nothing else, Terror Toddler and Cubby might end up with some cool patterns on their diapers. (Yes, Wolf’s solution to wee ones stripping off diapers before potty training has taken hold is to duct tape them closed. *sigh* You know you’re Canadian when…)
Anyways. Wolf grabbed a camo patterned roll of tape for himself…and then bought Diva and each of the middle Minions their own roll. Tazzie got a roll of camo like his Daddy, Princess has butterflies, and Diva, hot pink tiger stripes.
It’s times like this when I wonder where my brain went. Looking back, it *should* have been shrieking out an air raid alarm, complete with flashing lights, but nope, all was quiet.
So. Kids are delighted with their duct tape. Diva, being a teenager, and wise to the ways of her younger siblings, immediately squirreled it away in her room somewhere. I have no idea where, because for the sake of my own mental health, I stay out of her bedroom whenever possible. Heck, let’s be honest here, I stay out of there for my physical health too, because, frankly, I’m a little concerned there may be something living under her bed that will eat me.
Tazzie and Princess had a blast with theirs. Tazzie decided he wanted to see if he could escape being taped up. Yes, he asked his *sister* to duct tape his hands together, and feet. Princess was entirely too happy to help him out. I don’t know who was more disappointed to discover he could easily escape…Tazzie, Princess, or Diva.
Then, Tazzie decided to take on some home repairs. Namely, a hole in the wall. It’s appearance was the work of the infamous kid, IDunno. He’s responsible for a *lot* of things around here. Hole in the wall, missing chocolate, mysterious stain, it’s all the work of IDunno.
Tazzie came to me, excitedly announcing, “The hole is gone! You can’t see it any more!”
Nope. I don’t see a thing.