Thanksgiving trouble

I got to sleep in on Thanksgiving morning. It was scrumptious. I didn't haul out of bed until about 9:45am when Michael came in telling me he had to leave. He had sold a Thanksgiving tofu turkey meal and had to deliver it to the buyer. He'd left the children downstairs, happily eating pancakes at the table. I assisted him in proofreading his invoice and re-heating instructions. From upstairs I could hear the sound of the boys giggling together over their breakfast. Soon, however, the giggles turned into hysterical laughter. Now, some might think this is good-- a sign how nicely the boys are getting along together. As a seasoned mom of little boys, I know better. Laughing out loud and hard for that long means I could wish that they were simply making funny faces at each other, but I know something destructive is happening. I went downstairs and found Kindred under the table, and Elias standing in front of the dishwasher, making art, as he had all over the kitchen:

He's lucky that he's too cute to strangle.