Lumpy strikes again.

It was finally warm enough for the kids to go out and play in the snow, so our 3 older kids and 2 of the neighbor kids headed out to the huge snow piles at the end of our cul-de-sac. Clyde and I check on them periodically, so when I looked out and didn't see Camdyn, I opened the door to yell to Riley. She told me she didn't know where Camdyn went, that they were looking for her.

I hear Lumpy yell, "I'm right here, Mom."...as she comes walking from the side yard of the neighbor's house. So there she is, walking down the street towing something in her little red plastic sled. It was a statue from the backyard she'd just emerged from. I about died. I made Clyde throw on his coat and boots and find where she'd snagged the yard art from and hopefully replace it unscathed. Hopefully this isn't a foreshadowing of things to come. She better not be one of those teenagers that steals Christmas decorations from some unsuspecting soul.