Middle Sister posted this sign on the basement door this morning after I sequestered myself in there with a large cup of coffee, the phone, and a scary amount of laundry, wrapping paper and tape. My sister and I talked our way through our respective Gift-Wrap Hells. I also did most of the wash.
I didn’t have the heart to remind her that the child who most needed to stay away from the basement is also the one who can’t read the sign.
As for her inability to spell “warning” and “wrapping” while correctly spelling “consequences,” I have been informed that TheDad helped with that one. I was kind of impressed that she knows how to use that word.
The wrapping is done, and I have helpfully left TheDad a nice setup on top of the dryer (yes, I wrap gifts on top of my washer and dryer). There are several kinds of wrapping paper, scissors, tape, and gift tags–all ready for him to use. And I have it on good authority that he did not get me a new mop or anything like that.