You'd think I would have learned my lesson by now that if toddler is quietly playing in the next room, trouble is ensuing. Maybe it's the moment of stillness that I want to relish that makes me think I can ignore the ominous clouds that are about to spoil my peace. This time, no moment of peace was worth the trouble of three boxes of neatly organized beads that were dumped on my basement floor by this boy.
But you should have seen the look on his face when he saw me. He knew it was bad and he was going to going to savor every last minute of trouble as he could. He immediately starts squealing in joy and kicking around beads on all fours.
Then he starts to feel remorseful and puts them back into the boxes. What a great helper..NOT! He even puts the beads in the nearby drawers and other random boxes. Then for his finale, he swims through the beads because one can never get enough coverage just sitting on top of them. You really need to lay down and roll around for maximum mess.
I've come to the conclusion that when it comes to messes, this guy is a profession. I had to take a picture in admiration of his stunning talent. Then he went down for a nap- thank you, Jesus.