Yesterday, we planned to spend our morning/early afternoon in downtown Chicago. Daddy was playing soccer on his company team and I thought it would be fun if we all tagged along (which it was…and which is why we’ll be doing it again next weekend and any other free Saturdays we have).

As Brian and I were madly getting ready upstairs, the boys were playing downstairs. When we came down to load up the car, we were greeted with this lovely little view:

that is the sliding glass door leading out to the back yard.

Facts: That is one straight line! There was one pair of scissors on the countertop in the kitchen, but they have a safety on them…which was still in place. Upon search of the area, no other cutting device was located.

Two of the three witnesses found at the scene of the crime claim that the perpetrator was Brady, although their accounts of the incident vary. Reported methods of destruction included pulling and/or spinning inside the curtain until it broke. There was no mention of cutting. The third witness refused a coherent comment.

I did notice at breakfast this morning that it’s actually quite an interesting effect. The sun is always shining right on the table during that time so we keep the curtains drawn so as to avoid blinding ourselves. The curtain adjustment did let in a nice amount of light without damaging our vision... (mantra: glass half full…glass half full…I wanted new curtains anyway…I wanted new curtains anyway)