Sometimes, I get so hopping mad when things like this happen…
…that the only thing I can think to do is take a picture.
I think I have officially given up showers while Nash is on the roam now that he open doors and pulls chairs up to places he can’t reach.
I might have kept my cool regarding the incident if Blake hadn’t simultaneously generated the umpteenth accident of the week.
Instead, I put myself in time out.
Oh, and I need to find a new home for the markers.