CSI Rule style

Jess is CSI mad, she records all the episodes she can on Sky and then vegetates in front of the TV whenever she gets the opportunity. Of course her younger sister has no choice but to watch too as Jess is bigger, stronger and has an iron will. So now they have developed a CSI game along with my daytime 3rd daughter, Sophie, which is amusing and gory. They have emptied the various make up/toiletry bags they got for Christmas, raided my disposable glove collection, found all the old cameras, some ear buds/Q Tips, glasses/sunglasses, walkie talkies and so on. Last night I walked into my clean and tidy kitchen to find tomato sauce splots on the floor, the counter and on my microplane, yep the 'vic' had been microplaned - yuk, yuk, yuk. Flour dusted the surfaces and a 'bloodied' knife lay on the kitchen floor. My best part though was when I heard Jess say "The vic' was pregnant" and turned around as she lifted some dolls clothes out of a strategically placed shopping bag...
This morning they woke up and dressed in 'CSI clothes', Kirstin made CSI tags for all of them by going to the CSI website and they have been playing all day. Certainly beats sitting in front of the telly, which they cannot do anyway as their dad is at home sick watching South Africa play India in a 5 day test. Perhaps they need to turn him into a vic, when he describes the way he is feeling and every ache in his body you would think he SHOULD be dead! I have had an hourly blow by blow account of his sinus and body pain vividly described (sharp knives gouging his cheekbones) for 3 days. In his defence he has taken to hanging his head in shame when he realises what he is doing and sheepishly apologising. Men.