With my mouth hanging open in both shock and terror, I took it all in as I scanned the room. Every drawer, every bookshelf, and every container had been emptied into the middle of the floor. Her attention to detail was impressive, and nothing had been left untouched.
There, teetering atop the mountain she had so proudly built, was my two-year-old grinning from ear to ear at her accomplishment.
It is one of those moments as a parent that you simply must freeze with a photo (yes this is the real photo from it) so you don’t forget, or in case you need a favor when they are a teenager, you can whip out the picture as proof that they owe you one.
Four hours later the room was back to its original state, and only then could I see the humor in it.