Today, I was helping Asher practice his piano lessons and asked Sophia to stay in the nursery with the baby girls so they would not be a distraction to him. Approximately 3 minutes into practicing, Sophia said, "Mom, I have good news and bad news. The good news is Frankie is doing a poopy on the potty. The bad news is that she had the pacifier to the Cabbage Patch doll in her mouth, and it dropped in the toilet. Now I don't know what to do. I don't want to reach in and get it and I don't want to flush because I am afraid it may break the toilet." Hmmm. What a predicament. While I was looking in the garage for something to use to retrieve said play pacifier out of the toilet, Asher apparently had to go potty. He used the same toilet. I re-entered the bathroom to find him just finishing. I said, "Asher! Don't flush! Frankie dropped a play pacifier in the toilet!" He replied, "I know Mom, I got it out." So, that problem was solved and we used A LOT of soap before returning to the piano. (I opted not to include a photo of this incident for obvious reasons.)
When the practice session was over, I informed the girls that they could come downstairs to play. Frankie, who had been dressed in a skirt and shirt, descended the stairs wearing only a swimsuit bikini bottom holding a sling shot. I didn't even ask why or where she found those items. Any "weird" situation that does not create some sort of mess, usually goes unquestioned by me. Typically, it isn't long before a new one that does, happens.