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So last night, about 9:15, Robb and I are hankering for something sugary and sweet. We decide caramel corn might be a good option. Much to my dismay, my pantry is devoid of Karo syrup so I go down to our food storage to bust out a new bottle. I flip the lights on and oh my word I was steamin'! During the day while Robb was preparing for Priesthood Preview and I was up taking a long winter's nap, the boys had taken to the cement floor in the basement with markers. Oh and how I was hoping they were washable ones but of course they weren't. I marched up those stairs (you know how you march harder when you're madder) and flipped on those boys' lights and got their sorry little hineys out of bed. Even though I knew it wasn't going to come out I still made them go through the motions of using Mr. Clean and sponges and scrubbing the heck out of my floor. Many questions were asked like, "What the heck?" and "Did it possibly cross your mind that your parents would ground your adorable little keesters till Christmas?" Anyway, after a 1/2 hour of scrubbing and them "not wanting to talk about it" they went to bed with all lights out and doors shut. Am I a terrible mom or was that justified? I'm still trying to answer that question today...