The Best Policy

Yesterday while I was throwing together dinner, all three kids headed upstairs to play Legos and dinosaurs. After a long spell of peace and quiet, almost as disconcerting as loud arguments and roughhousing, Abby came downstairs and asked to wash her hands. She said they were "gluey."

"Oh Abby, why are your hands gluey? Are you guys making a mess up there?"

"A course, we are."