The Hole in the Bed

   In case you didn't already know, boys can be destructive. My boys think it's cool to go underneath their fitted bed sheet and pretend to be snails. Yeah. When they couldn't get their mattress protector off, they didn't think twice about ripping a hole in it to get underneath. That's cooler anyways. They were so proud of their accomplishment, not realizing it was wrong. Understandable. Kinda.
   Did they get in trouble? Yes.
   Did I buy a new one? Eventually.
   Did they end up ripping through that one too? Yes, eventually. Sigh. Whatever.
  Well to my surprise one morning I woke up and there was foam all over the floor. Now they ripped the mattress open. Well of course they did. Wait, it gets better. There was only about an inch or two of the foam, and then there was a cardboard layer. They ended up ripping through that, too and now there's a giant hole in the middle of the mattress. Why not, right? I mean, they probably thought they were being adventurers so something, digging through a mine, or tunneling through the earth to China or something.
   Yes, they still got in trouble. It does make for a nice skylight when the sun shines through it. Now don't worry, we don't let them sleep up there with the hole in it. We have a spare queen bed in the baby's room that the big boys have been sharing until we can get a new mattress. This is a real mattress that there will be no ripping through. We made that clear from the beginning. They started using this mattress at the same time they stopped taking naps, so they fall right to sleep at night anyways. Hallelujah! <<You have to sing that.

   Well the hole in the bed has become really fun for the older four to shimmy through during play time. If they fall, it's onto another mattress. It's especially fun to watch the twins go through and giggle.
 
    This morning the twins both tried going through at the same time and got their heads stuck. (The hole is so big, they can't get strangled.) I was in the room across the hall, and could see what was happening. Yeah. There were two boys, standing on the bottom bunk, crying because both their heads couldn't fit through the hole at the same time. Yes, that's life with twins.
   Oh, and this happened right before the dog pooped in the hallway.