After being in Portland for nearly a week, Lucas has managed to ruin only a few things. Within four hours of our arrival, he found markers in Brooklynn's room, leaving a trail of impressionism on her dresser, wall and closet doors. What a gem.
Lucas can't say no to a Febreze bottle...and my sister happens to have two in her room. Julie's room smells really fresh now.
The best was yesterday morning. As I brushed my teeth I realized it was a bit quiet... but what could he be doing in the two minutes of teeth brushing!? A lot, evidently. My Dad walked into the room and all I heard was: "Oh. My. Gosh." My heart sank.
Lucas had found a bottle of wood glue... and proceeded to pour it on my Mom's fancy rug and all over my Dad's wood floors. Defeat. The child is a puppy... with opinions and a will of his own.
My poor parents. They've had such an easy go of it with Brooklynn... precocious, laid-back, Brooklynn... and then Lucas arrives and tears the house apart. The child runs through the house pretending to be a monster, dinosaur or pirate... pouring wood glue all over the place.
Everyone knows dinosaurs don't play with wood glue... especially T-Rex and his tiny arms. If only Lucas realized this yesterday. If only.