Next time I hear the toilet repeatedly flushing and silence from my two darling children, that generally signals TROUBLE that requires immediate attention.
The boys got into our YMCA bag and found the spray on sunscreen. Apparently the box that holds one of their new twin beds needed a little more SPF so they obliged. Once the deed was done, they realized things had gone horribly wrong and began wiping down the now slick and greasy cardboard with the remainder of the toilet paper and tried flushing the incriminating evidence.
When will I learn? It's simple math, really.
Flushing + Silence = Trouble