The twins are at a stage where they say some of the funniest things.
Brady: Mom, what you be when you big?
Me: I'm your momma. What do you want to be when you grow up?
Another first. We had left the gym, and as I was buckling kids in, at some point one of the twins hit the lock button. So by the time I walked around the car to get in, I realized all three kids were buckled into their car seats, my keys were on my seat, and the doors were locked. I spent a few minutes trying to get the twins to unbuckle, but they can't quite yet. I had to go back inside the gym and call 911. Apparently if your kids are locked in a car with it not running and no windows down, they send the police out pretty quickly.
Markers + wall = mad mom
All I can say is at least the small section of wall was the sharpie, and the entire hall and two rooms was a washable marker.