A Brief Lesson in Naughtiness

There is usually a lot of naughtiness that takes place in my house.  I mean, with a toddler and a puppy, what do you really expect (besides utter and complete chaos)?  The amount of naughtiness fluctuates daily.  Some days, it's completely manageable, and laughable, and other days, it feels like every time I turn around I'm saying, "What the &$#@ are you doing?  Why would you do that?!?!"  Those are the days I feel like pulling my hair out (or locking myself in my bedroom).  Here is just a glimpse of some of the naughtiness that took place one day:

Naughty:

What?  Why can't I sit on the table?

Naughtier:

Oh this?  I colored it.  Do you like it?

Naughtiest:

Look!  I colored my belly, too!

So, not too naughty, right?  Wait.  It gets better!

Naughty:

Don't mind me.  I'm not doing anything.

Naughtier:

I'm just taking inventory.  Don't worry.

Naughtiest:

Fruit snacks?  What fruit snacks?  I have no idea what you're talking about.

Coloring household items and body parts?  No big deal.  Sneaking food right before dinner?  Amateur.  But, he's not done.

Naughty:

We're just hanging out.  Nothing going on here.

Naughtier:

Just cleaning up any leftover crumbs.  You're welcome.

Naughtiest:

Why are you looking at us like that?

A few moments later . . . 

Oh, you wanted this roll of toilet paper?  Sorry.

Thirty minutes later . . . all that naughtiness must have worn them out . . . 

Never mind that the dog isn't supposed to be on the couch.