Two at school, one home sick in bed, and this one constantly on the run.
Apparently I should have stopped at 1 child, cause 2 seem to be more than I can handle today.
While I was tending to Emory, sick in bed, Arleigh decided to occupy himself, in the bathroom.
Not sure if I arrived a minute too late, as he'd put 2 hangars, 2 rolls of toilet paper, a toothbrush and a container of Lysol wipes down the toilet. ( I had no idea so much could fit in the toilet bowl.)
I found him just as you see here- sucking down toothpaste. Yes, he was fed today.
Perhaps though, I arrived just in time. He could have wreaked havoc in there- of all the possibilities I can imagine, this seemed almost light hearted. Or is that because I do have 4 children?