Trouble!

I'd like to be able to say that these kinds of things don't happen on my watch....but the other day as I was getting ready to pick up Dawson from the airport and enjoying a few moments of quiet bliss, I noticed that perhaps it was a bit too quiet and discovered that Senor had found the garbage can I had left in the entry way and was gleefully spreading the recently discarded coffee grounds around the room. Here he is under the care of his father.

Where's a sandbox when you need one?



By the way, where did this guy come from anyway?