As I was cleaning the kitchen this morning, I realized that there was quiet throughout my house. Not a good thing. I went to investigate. I found that it was:
In the bathroom,
With an entire roll of toilet paper, ripped to shreds, and stuffed in the toilet.
I knew that the day would come when I would have to stick my hand down the toilet because of something that my child had put into it. I guess it's good to get the initial "hand in the toilet" over with. Now when it happens again (and I'm sure it will), I will be ready.
In other news:
Larson knows how to climb onto things to get what he wants out of the pantry.
It didn't take him too long to get over the guilt of it all......