What's going on in this family?

That is the question I heard after the week we had. It's been a while since we've posted, and here we are going to post a "real doozy". First of all, it was Monday after the holidays, back to the old routine. I brought the girls to preschool and went to work. At 11:45 a.m. I got a phone call from the preschool director. Said she had two little girls sitting there waiting to get picked up. WHAT?? It had totally escaped Chad's mind to pick them up. I called his cell, and he said he was sitting at work looking at his computer - yikes! I told him and he said *%^@ and hung up. The girls thought nothing of it - they got to go the lunchroom with the teachers, which was pretty cool. The next night, I came home late from work and was having a bite to eat. Allie was upstairs in the bathroom, for maybe 1 - 1 1/2 minutes. We heard her hollar for us. Chad went up thinking her hands were maybe wet and she couldn't open the door. He went in and I heard this, "OH MY GOD Allie - what, what, what are you doing??" I went running up and looked in the bathroom. Below is a picture of what we found. (If you have a weak stomach, beware!!) However, in the screaming of her dad and I, she looked at us straight faced and said, "But mom, dad - I washed my hands."