Food fight

Mark and I finished dinner and got distracted as he got things ready to sell his truck. We turned around to discover that Oliver and Finn had been having a quiet food fight. Their weapon of choice? Spaghetti. Now, I am well aware that our house is not the cleanest on the block, but never the less, I still don't prefer tomatoe bombs covering the walls. 

In the end they snapped out of their military funk and realized their mistake. While mark and I stared on with mouths literally hanging open, the boys quickly offered to wash the walls.