A Beaded Mess

I grew up with this craft...tiny cylindrical beads that you put in patterns on a tiny pegboard and then iron them so they fuse together. I thought I would share this childhood memory with my kids, so I went to Michael's and bought some for us to do together. The past couple of weeks, they have been very good doing this while I do dishes, or laundry, or what have you. Then, two days ago, I put them at the table with these beads and went downstairs to get one things. By the time I came back upstairs, this is what I found:

The girls immediately went into turbo apology mode, repeatedly telling me that they were so sorry. I sent them to their rooms to make their beds and clean up toys while I vacuumed. Miles opted to stay behind and insisted that it was his turn to vacuum. How could I stay mad after that?