There is nothing like a little creaking of the old bedroom handle to get a parent wondering what their children are up to.
It turns out that the creaking I heard last night at about 11pm was Elysse trying to come and tell me that she was done making a mess. Funny how a handful of Vaseline makes it tricky to use a door handle.
After I took Elysse back to her room to sit down by her mess, I quickly grabbed the camera to archive this memory. The following pictures are proof of the deed.
One of my first thoughts, while surveying the damage, was of pictures of myself and Christy covered in flour in the storage room. Maybe one day Elysse will remember these pictures when her children are wreaking havoc on her house.