Just when I thought I had a handle on keeping the house in order, along comes this toddling male child whose singular purpose in life seems to be undoing every gesture I make towards household cleanliness. Here is how an average adult person sees one side of our living room:
Here is what I can only assume the room looks like from the perspective of the 30-inch cybernetic organism hurling himself around the archipelagos of furniture in our house:
I know that's hard to read and it doesn't move or anything. This here ain't Industrial Light and Magic, people. Here is a screenshot with all the text (next time I complain about not having enough time to do anything, please remind me that I did this). Seriously, though, that video is about all I can assume is going through his brain when I set him down on the floor. He's an unstoppable messmaking machine. When I put him down for a nap the other day I could have sworn he grunted, "I'll be back."
Maybe when he grows up he can be governor of California.
