This is what Aidan did while I painted the entryway and Daddy did yard work this past Saturday. It was a huge, huge mess. Way worse than the last time I lost my damn mind. The Mr couldn't even look at it, I think he walked all the way around the other side of the house to avoid seeing it. That's what happens when two OCD people spawn an OCD child of a whole other order. We freak the fuck out when mud is being splashed all over the yard, Aidan freaks the fuck out when you change his light bulb. I fail to see an outcome to raising him where someone doesn't end up in an institution.