Build, Destroy. Build, Destroy.

I'm not sure I can cite the last time that Derek and I looked each other in the eye. We swirl around the house in a frenetic waltz that involves one of us constantly monitoring Carson to make him stop:

• spritzing Nellie's back fur with carpet cleaner
• painting the kitchen chairs with a melting popsicle
• swinging from our chandelier (yes, still)
• sitting on the kitchen counter, faucet on and spray hose in hand, waiting for one of us to cross through the room

...the list goes on. When we get really mad, his lip quivers so innocently, as if he truly doesn't understand why these experiments and laughter are worthy of everyone getting so loud and twisty.

Maybe there's a lesson here.

The toilet paper gig is one of his more benign routines. So today instead of getting frustrated, I took these pics and then joined in for round two to help him build (and destroy) the next magic tower.