you see?...a twirp

always assume the worst. just when you think, "oh there's nothing he can get into in my closet," remember this post. there is always something that little hands can find. like, oh......maybe black PAINT! as soon as he grew quiet i should've known he was being "mischievous jake". he ate it, smeared it on the back--thank heavens--of a picture, on a shoe, on a cardboard box. by some act of divine intervention he didn't get any of it on my clothes. i'm amazed by that. his outfit, however, not was not so lucky. boy was he mad when i put an end to the fun.