Maximum Destruction!

So, I was going to title this one "Two Kids For Sale" but I thought someone might take me serious so I did a little rethinking on that one. Basically, I have found that my children find immense pleasure in ransacking my house. It usually starts out pretty innocently with the two of them playing together very nicely...

...and then they break into WWF mode. Of course I have to jump in and say, "You two better be careful and calm down before someone gets hurt." Then, of course, I get the blank look from both of them and the continue on with their business.

This here is Little Miss Silly Pants herself.

And then there is her big brother, the Little Drummer Boy!

WARNING! Before I go any further, I have to remind you that my son feels the need to cruise around the house in his underwear ALL OF THE TIME! So, he is going to be the sorry one when he is 18 and all of the pictures at his graduation party are of him in his Transformer underoos! He He :)
One particular evening my little Punk decided to build a pillow pit and jump from the arm of the recliner into it. Niiiiice! Good thing his Dad was busy on the computer and didn't see him doing this or me letting him so that I could get some good pictures! Double He He :)

Cowabunga Dude!

And look who thinks her big brother is the BOMB! (Don't get any ideas there Little Miss Thang!)

Airborne!

Bombs-Away!

Hey, I want to try that. It looks like fun!

Ahhh...nice soft landing!

Okay, the jig is up, I didn't really let Tootie take the plunge. Just some tricky photography. And speak of the she-devil...here is the little darling herself. Not too impressed with her new hat as you can tell.

But she finally got used to the idea when I kept shoving it back on her head to try to get a picture. So once she figured she had lost the battle she decided to get revenge and empty out the pantry. Thanks Little Dolly!

And who is that I see...my I think it is Butt Crack Betty...nope, just Audrey Mae!

And what was she looking up at...why her naughty big brother. Not exactly sure why he was standing on the counter, but we won't tell his Dad about that one either!

And what is that? Underwear on his head! DON'T ASK!

And what is that I see...more cupboard cleaning? Thank you, Sissy.

And just help yourself to a Pop-tart or two while your at it, you little oinker!

Okay, one more montage before I sign off...

Hey, Granty. Ya wanna race?

Yeah, catch me if you can!

Ahhhhh, no fair! It's attack of the tighty-whities!

Yuck! I wish he would get the hint and put some clothes on!

Oh, Sissy...you know I love you even though you can't accept me for who I really am...

...Dat-da-da-da! Naked boy!

The End.