Oh my Lord. I thought that there was sand from Corinne's sweatshirt from when she was playing in the sandbox yesterday.
Um, NO. The sand would be from a small frog that was, apparently, stuffed with sand. A small frog that got a hole in it... and the sand is EVERYwhere. Every table surface, every corner of the first floor, every toybox, every big toy, the couches, the tables. Apparently, the frog was in a hopping race yesterday.
Guess what I get to do today?
The sand culprits. Don't let their cute smiles fool you....