The Playard

Every morning, after the boys eat breakfast, I leave them in their playard while I clean the kitchen.  They can't see the kitchen from the playard, which is a good thing, because if they see me then they cry for me.  For them, it's out of sight, out of mind... at least for about 15 minutes!  

However, after I finish cleaning and go back to get them, this is what I usually find!

Naughty! Naughty!

Don't let that innocent sweet face fool you!

I'd like to believe Bryce is hiding his face in shame for making such a big mess...