timing

Why is it that as soon as i get into the shower the whole world seems to fall apart?  Almost every day I will hear the kids yelling at each other, crying because the other one hurt them, complaining about the show that's on (and heaven forbid a commercial comes on...), or yelling at the dog.  This is also about the time when Noah's colon is activated and needs to "Go poop!  Go poop!"

Today, when I had been in the shower for no more than 1 minute, David came running in telling me that Noah "broke one of the guys."  Yes, I know what that means.  One of the Nativity figurines has bit it.  I have been telling them to stay away from the Nativity set, and mantle in general, for days now.  As I knew that a broken ceramic figurine did not hold a great danger to them, I told them to sit on the couch and "don't move!" and I continued on with my shower--even taking the time to shave my legs.  My biggest concern was that the dog would eat it.  So, yeah--not in a big rush.

When I did get out of the shower and confronted the wee lad about it, his answer to all of my questions was "no" with a fervent head shake.  No, he did not  break the wise man; no, he did not drop it; no, he was not by the mantle.
"David, did you see Noah break it?"
"No. I just saw it break."
"Ok, did you see Noah touching them?"
"No."
(sigh)
"Who was by the mantle when it broke?"
"I saw Noah by the mantle...."
"Noah, did you break it?"
"No."  (sad eyes, head shake)

ugh, now I don't even know how it actually happened.  Yes, i think it was Noah, but i'm not entirely sure.  I don't want to punish him if I am not sure.  The dog could have very well jumped up there.  Either way I told them both that the mantle was off limits and they are not allowed any where near it.

They have impeccable timing, those two.