Bears fled the shelf. One hunkered down in the egg compartment of the fridge. Gary said, "Where would Ellen put the other bears? She's lazy. I bet they're in the freezer. And they were. They're polar bears."
When I noticed only three bears made it back to the shelf, I nabbed those bears and hid them. Just three bears. The other four, I looked for. For two days. Every time I went in the living room I glanced around for the bears. Never saw them.
Until tonight, when he said, "Huh. Wonder where the bears are," and glanced oh so slightly upward. There they were at the tops of every picture frame in the living room.
There are no rules now. One of us may end up dead.