Last night when we went upstairs to take the kids to bed Charlie was in Wes's room. He had made Wes's bed extra special for him, smoothing out the covers and arranging the pillows in a nice stack by the headboard. Wes was in a terrible snit about something unrelated and when he saw the nice thing Charlie had done he said "I don't want all those pillows!" and knocked them to the floor.
Charlie was crushed. He started crying and ran to his room. I took Wes by the shoulders and said sternly "You hurt his feelings. He did something nice for you and you HURT him." And then he was sobbing too.
This morning I was still in bed when I heard Wes open Charlie's door. The very first thing he said to Charlie this morning was "I am sorry. Thanks."
Charlie came out of his room and said "Want to go have breakfast?" So they went downstairs together.
Since it was ten after six, I was very excited that they had managed to figure out breakfast all by themselves and I let them mess around down there alone for almost forty-five minutes before stumbling down the stairs.
The smell was the first thing that hit me. It wasn't bad, exactly, but it wasn't good either. And I couldn't identify it.
The next thing I noticed is that Wes was sitting in the sink, completely naked. And Charlie was spraying him with water. He was spraying him with water to get the mayonnaise off HIS BACK.
Then I turned to the table and found The Crime Scene. Mystery smell identified! It was mayo. SO MUCH MAYO all over the table in a giant snowdrift on top off a single piece of bread. Nearby was a second sandwich made from items Charlie upcycled from the compost bowl.
He explained. "We made ourselves breakfast!"
"Wow, guys, that's really great" I managed, while I got them towels and made them start cleaning up.
Wes told me he hadn't liked his sandwich after he had made it, but he did explain that he couldn't find a knife and had used his hands instead, which still doesn't explain the nudity but sort of explains the mayonnaise body art. We made a point to go to the pool this morning so he doesn't smell like a Subway anymore.