It was like a scene out of a horror movie...you know, one of those movies with the cute little creatures that suddenly become destructive and out of control?
Doors were slamming. The glass candleholders were sliding precariously close to the edge of the coffee table. Sippy cups were tossed onto the couch. A mix of snot and saliva now adorned the screen door to the patio...leading to a jelly-stained face smushed up against it, with little fists pounding on the door.
My brother-in-law was in panic mode...trying to decide which child to rescue first: the one trying to fit through the bars on the balcony railing (we were on the second story,) or the one trying to ignite the gas grill on the other end of the balcony. The cat was hiding somewhere. My sister and I were trying to coax them away from destruction with Oreo cookies.
I'm not sure we left a good first impression. I'm pretty sure we will not be invited over again for awhile. I'm also almost certain that my brother-in-law is reconsidering starting a family. Even "Finding Nemo" could not distract my children.
Their new apartment was very nice, though. Perhaps I can check it out again...sometime when my gremlins, er, children, have a baby-sitter.
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