while *trying* to put Julia down for a nap.
Usually I leave him under the trusty watch of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and he stays out of trouble. Yesterday I thought he was sufficiently engaged in Playdough that perhaps I could just sneak off without him noticing.
Did I mention the cereal is placed up high on a shelf in the panty - out of reach?
"Construcken site," he tells me as I walk into the room.
Julia hadn't had lunch yet so I brought her in to help clean up.
Of course as with everything, the Cheerios eventually turned into a train track.