Monday morning - Poop in the Sink

"Mommy, there's poop in the sink!"

Living in a house with four other kids, ages ranging from 19 years old to 8 years old, there are some sentences that even I never thought I would overhear... But I guess there is always room for new adventure in the Moore household.

This exclamation came as a sudden and unexpected interruption to the family as we were all watching the Presidential Inauguration (Congratulations, Mr. President.).
Still, my mother reacted in patience as she replied "Who put it there?" -as if any 8 year old would willingly admit on the spot that she placed, and then discovered a chihuahua poopy in her bathroom sink. (Eureka!!)
Rachael vehemently denied knowing anything about its origins and insisted that she only found it there moments before.

For the next 15 minutes I got to witness my mother going from lounge mode into interrogation mode as she sat down the young Vespucci and her side-kick, Hannah(Who was at the ripe age of 9 and had a hard time remembering how to write out a capital "L"), and began to question them both about the indecent.
The conversation was filled with wide eyes and blank stares from the defense, which made for a convincing case of innocence... But my mom, who is incredibly experienced in the field of child-rearing, was not so easily convinced.

I trust I don't need to remind you that we're talking about poop... in the bathroom sink.   Ok? Ok.

Both girls were looked straight in the eye and each were asked if they had put the poo in the sink.  Both times the answer was a shake of the head and an almost pleading answer of "No! I didn't do it!"

Now, as a 20 year old college student, I expected to ride this out as a mere spectator of events, but apparently in some scenarios I am still pictured as the 6 year old little bobbed blonde girl that ran around pulling fire alarms and giving hair cuts to my barbies because "It looks better this way".

My mother suddenly decides to work a different option:

"Bitsy"
"Yeah, mom?"
"Did you put the poop in the sink"

                            My jaw hurt from how fast I snapped it open..

"Are you serious??? Mom, I'm 20 years old and have been in the living room all morning!
Why on earth would I put a dog poop in the sink?"

                                       My logic was sound.

"I don't know, honey, sometimes you don't tell the whole truth if you think you're going to be in trouble!"

                                            .... What?

"The toilet is right there next to the sink!" I laughed.  "I would just flush it!"

                       The situation was comical so I couldn't really take the accusation seriously.
          And I'm pretty sure my mom only asked me if I did it  for humor's sake.

So long story short, my young sisters continued to deny, with bold face, that they knew anything about this poopy fiasco.
My parents spent some good time talking to them and questioning them to make sure they were telling the truth.
I think eventually, they decided to believe the girls' story after many a tear and alibi.


As I sit at my desk writing down this, the newest adventure my family has had the pleasure to experience, I can still hear both my mom's voice, and my dad's voice resonating from the living room.

My only question is "If the girls didn't do it... then how did it get there?"

Dun Dun Duuuuunnnn!!
I can only hope that the culprit is found before they strike again...  Are any of us safe?