Isaac came downstairs proudly saying, "I have kleenex in my pocket! I cleaned up!" Uh oh. Patrick and Isaac were just upstairs, playing by themselves. The last time they played by themselves two days ago, they got into a bit of trouble for putting pens, old kleenex, toys, and the rest of the water from a water bottle on Dad's nightstand down Mom and Dad's air vent. Clearly playing by themselves signals trouble.
table 1a. gradient of trouble (when left by themselves)
least trouble
|
isaac and sam
patrick and sam
isaac
patrick, isaac and sam
patrick
sam
patrick and isaac
|
most trouble
So back to the kleenex. I went upstairs and found a previously brand-new full kleenex box on the floor, empty. Not a sign of a single kleenex. But sure enough, when I went to the bathroom where they were directing me, I found the previously-empty garbage can:
I don't think they could have gotten even one more in, it must have taken them a while to balance those.
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