Last night I gave the kids each some electrical tape and a pair of scissors, and told them to go booby trap the basement. I tucked that little boredom buster idea away with my other parenting wins, as it bought me thirty minutes of peace and quiet. However, when I went downstairs to get a bottle of wine, I discovered that the kids had devised a trap preventing me from actually getting to where the bottles were stored. Well played, children. Well played.