The "No Fly Zone"

Grandma Gucci has a beautiful living room called the "No Fly Zone." So named because grand children are NOT allowed in it. This room has many beautiful things that are not for little hands to explore. Let's face it, I was rushed. No big surprise that I was cramming as much into a day as one could possibly imagine, so I was running a bit behind. I brought the kids into the house and ran downstairs to hurry and get ready to drive to WVC to teach dance. I was just putting on my hat when I heard a crash on the wood floor. I raced upstairs, into the no fly zone, only to find the evidence that William had come, Conquered, and fled.

Evidence #1. Little finger prints on the beautiful coffee table.

Evidence #2. Broken Venetian glass. Broken Venetian glass!!! Are you kidding me. Gucci is going to kill me, then you, and then me again.

According to big sister, he wandered in picked up the beautiful expensive piece that Gucci has had for a billion years and chucked it like a football right onto the wooden floor. I spanked him. Don't judge me, but I did. I am so sorry Gucci, this boy is exhausting, and mischievous, and I am not used to it because his sister isn't. Looks like there is only one glass left. I joked and told Gucci that William was merely trying to help her forget that there were once two of them and now there is one. Not so sure she found it funny. At least I tried right. Thanks for not killing me Gucci.