Messes

Alexander has developed a new habit of taking advantage of the situation when I am on a different level of the house than he is. In both of these instances I had run upstairs to print off some school stuff, leaving Alexander in the basement with the girls. When I come back down, he has gone to the kitchen, gotten something to make a mess with, and made the mess. The first time it was Cheerios, yesterday it was oatmeal. Neither time was it funny, contrary to toddler belief.