Mr. I Don't Know

There is a little person
Who lives inside our house
We don't know if it's a girl or boy
But it must be tiny as a mouse
It steals the baby's toy
And writes on the wall
It leaves the milk on the table
And shoes in the hall
No one is ever able
To say just who it was
All we can say is, that little foe
Must be Mr. I Don't Know. 


 The very hardest thing about having a lot of kids is that you can never nail down the culprit. " Who ate five pieces of cheese and left the wrappers in the fridge?" I Don't Know. " Who squeezed all of the toothpaste into the sink?" I Don't Know.  "Who put these game pieces into the washer?" I Don't Know. "Who wrote on the desk with red marker?" I Don't Know. I think they say that so if they get caught ( red handed) they can say " well I didn't know, I forgot I did it." These are all things that someone has done this week. My kids are smart enough to know that as long as no one snitches I have almost no chance of figuring out who did it. I have held full court inquisitions to get to the bottom of things but that rarely works. So for now we are really working on learning the value of honesty. I understand why no one ever confesses. After all we are really strict around here. The punishment would be terrible, they might even get...gasp  A STERN TALKING TO.