Unable to do more than scream his displeasure for seven hours, restrained in a car seat, we arrived home.
In TEN minutes, and I am NOT exaggerating for effect . . . in the time it took me to haul in three suitcases and assorted crap, he:
- Took one bath towel, put it in the upstairs sink, turned on the faucet and flooded the upstairs bathroom
- Took off his pants and peed in the family room (THAT'S letting mom know you're mad!)
- And . . . in a stroke of sheer demonic brilliance, even for him . . . took a full tube of toothpaste and squeezed it out on my jewelry
Ahh, the joys of travel.