Apparently I have a sixth child that I wasn't aware of (no, I'm not talking about Michael this time, lol). This sixth child is named "Not Me". "Not Me" is the family troublemaker. He is responsible for many things around the house.
Who left the bathroom door open so Kenlie could drink from the potty?
Who left the markers on the kitchen table so Kenlie could paint herself blue?
Who took the antique rocking chair outside so the dog could scratch the seat up?
Who's going to pay for Mommy to take a trip to somewhere tropical and stay with the kids while she goes?
Hmmm, maybe this "Not Me" kid isn't so bad after all.