It's about to get real honest up in here.
My son - my precious, wonderful, happy, laid-back 19-month-old son - is turning into a hellian.
Over the past, oh, I don't know - two weeks or so - some little monster comes and kidnaps my son, hides him in a closet somewhere, and tries to pass himself off as the sweet little munchkin I delivered.
It was dry-erase marker. And no, I did not give him the marker like a moron. To this day I cannot figure out how he got it.
However? In my house? What he destroys - he repairs.
I am told the next 8 to 12 months of my life are going to continue to get even more, um, interesting.
That's if I live that long.
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