Oh dear...

While I was in the living room folding laundry the triplets were in the playroom...they were awfully quiet which usually means they're up to something, so I called Logan in (he's my watchdog and I can pretty much count on him to tell me if something mischievous is going on). He told me they were working on a surprise for me and that he'd come and get me when it was ready. Fair enough.

He was really excited when he asked me to come and see "my surprise". He asked me to close my eyes and cover them with my hands. Imagine my surprise when I was told to open them...

They had dumped ALL of the books off of BOTH bookshelves, emptied ALL puzzles, taken EVERY single toy out of ALL of the buckets. They even took the shoes out of the shoe cubbies and added them to the pile.

Logan kept asking if I was surprised. "Surprised Logan??? If I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet I wouldn't be more surprised than I am right now". Guess he's never seen Christmas Vacation cause he just looked at me funny.

They were so proud of themselves that I let them know I was grateful but hopefully I got through to them that this was a surprise I won't ever need again!