Captain Husband and I were enjoying some time together on Saturday when we both realized that it was rather quiet in the house. Suspiciously quiet. I called for Sammy and was promptly answered with some giggles coming from the powder room...and I soon saw why:
In the ten minutes or so that he had been unsupervised, Sammy managed to unroll half of the toilet paper in the bathroom and was having himself a ball playing with all of the tissue on the floor.
In his defense, he probably thought he was doing me a favor by getting me some tissues--I've caught a heck of a cold and have been going through the kleenex like it's going out of style all weekend long.