I like to think I’m a good mother.  I’m firm when I need to be (I’ve stripped their rooms to the bare necessities for punishment) and playful most other times (I’ve sent all four of them the following text message at the same time: “Don’t tell the others but you’re my favorite” just to make them laugh).  But I was not prepared for their revenge… Wednesday night I arrived home from work to a semi~dark house, a little weird but not enough to raise my suspicions.  Usually someone leaves the hall light on for me, instead the living room lamp was on.  No biggie, maybe the light blew out. So…