Finding and Seeking

See this boy?

Don't let that smile fool you. He is a troublemaker.

Now that he can get anywhere he wants, he always chooses the kitchen. Toys are of no interest to him anymore; he wants anything contraband, and the kitchen is the easiest place to find it.

Food scraps. Lost-and-forgotten silverware. Puddles of spilled drink.

And markers. Of course, markers. I am not the best housekeeper, but I do try to sweep often. The floor you see here is immediately after I swept. No one ate. No one drank. No one even touched any food. Yet there are plenty of crumbs left on the ground for William to swallow. The only explanation I have? I am not the best a very good housekeeper. That pretty much sums it up.

So, William practically lives under our table now.

And yes, he knows exactly what he is doing to me.