Jason and I had exiled our children to our bedroom to watch TV while he and I watched a movie downstairs. They had been relatively quiet when we suddenly heard a loud thud. I waited a few moments and sure enough my youngest came trudging down the stairs yelling that I needed to look because something fell.
I ran upstairs and as I got to the top of the stairs my oldest casually comes walking out of his room with his hands in his pockets and calmly inquires "what's going on mom?" (and I knew then that whatever was going on was his fault) as he falls in line behind his younger brother on the way to my bedroom. As we walk through the door to my room I see that my curtains along with the curtain-rod to the sliding glass door are on the floor. My oldest shouts, "OH MY HECK!!! What happened?!" and throws his hands over his mouth in fake shock.
My youngest then turns to his older brother and says incredulously, "you did it!"
And that's when I started laughing so hard I almost peed my pants.
After I assured my oldest that I wasn't mad about the curtains falling, (they were barely hanging on by a thread as it was) and that I just needed to know what happened, he admitted that he had accidently pulled them down.