One of these days, rather than nearly hyperventilating or reminding myself to gain control of my emotions (boy, things have changed over here, it used to be Kid who was learning to gain control), I'll remember to grab my camera when say, Bee, chooses to whisk toilet paper in the toilet, paint his sister with applesauce, wash his hair with bubble solution, or help himself to some milk on the top shelf of the refrigerator (and all of these adventures have been known to happen in the same day)...

Then, maybe, moments such as these will have slight comedic value and a little bit less potential for a panic attack.

This is nothing...the carpet saw the worst of it.

It's just a day in the life of The Bee.