Mess of the Week

I had not heard my little Peanut Maximus for a bit of time, and that is never a good thing. Silence almost always equals trouble. I came around the corner of the landing, and there he was, trying to crawl down the stairs with two bottles of mouthwash that he swiped from the bathroom. Apparently someone forgot to close the bathroom door to keep him out. An honest mistake.

Then I walked down the hall just a bit and found this. Mr. TOF came out of his room and audibly gasped. “That is strong work!” he conceded.

Ah, yes. What can be accomplished in just a few minutes void of supervision is remarkable, isn’t it?