WHEN????

I think it is time for Collin to visit his Papa again in Holbrook. My patience is wearing thin. I almost to the point where the kid has to be by my side every minute so he doesn't do anything naughty or he needs to be locked up. I go into the bathroom today and in the 1 minute of peeing as quickly as possible he sneaks under the kitchen sink and fills the cupboard up this febreeze. I finally moved every air freshner and cleaner and anything else he might destroy to a locked pantry.

Later tonite Joe comes in the office where I am working and taking a break from the day and leads me into the bedroom to find this:




My wonderfully intelligent demon child took my trumpet apart. Also emptied half a bottle of valve oil all over the horn (it is very well lubed now) and all over the carpet. Mind you that is several $1000 horn and most of my favorite memories involve my trumpet. When do I get to trust this child? I can't even leave him alone with Quintin yet because he is way too rough. If I can't trust him now, what is he going to be like when he is a teenager? I don't see how my parents did this. (hopefully I wasn't taking everything apart left and right though)