Mischief Mack

Joseph Mack has become quite the naughty little mischief maker and I just can't keep up with him! It seems that I just finish cleaning up one mess and turn around and he is into another. He loves to get into toilets. He sometimes finds a cup and takes it into the bathroom to have a "drink" from the toilet. Yes, I know what you are thinking GROSS! He is famous for putting the whole roll of toilet paper in the toilet, but he hasn't tried flushing thank goodness!

The other day I left an open package of OREO cookies on the counter by the stove top. I went upstairs to nurse the baby and relax after a busy morning. All of a sudden I heard Jennesee calling me to come downstairs saying, "Mom you gotta see this. Joseph Mack is making a huge mess!" Well, I closed up "shop" and went downstairs with great fear in my heart. I could hear Joseph chattering away saying,"Cracker", (which is what he calls all treats), and "Mmmm!" Then I heard a tumble and a crash and a spill and . . . well, I think you get the idea. Not Good! As I rounded the corner to the kitchen I discovered a chocolate, OREO, covered child with blue eyes peering out at me saying "Uh, Oh". This drooling, crumb-faced boy was sitting in the middle of the stove top, (which was not turned on thankfully), throwing OREO cookies across the room. He was eating the cream filled center of the cookie, crushing the cookie in his pudgy hands, and then tossing the cookie part across the room at any given target. There were smashed cookies all over the counter top, the floor, the child, and the chair he had pushed over to the counter to help him climb up. While sitting on the stove top a colorful array of spices sitting on the back of the stove top must have caught this little chefs eye, because they too had been generously spilled onto the cookie assortment. Needless to say, I was at a great loss for "safe" words that would help express the frustration, surprise, anger and despair I felt about the whole mess.

The culprit, recognizing that he was about to be caught and possibly cleaned up, tried desperately to escape by scrambling through his culinary creation with his little stocky legs. This created yet another huge mess and was tracked across the room. But to his disappointment and then delight he was scooped up by his not-so-thrilled-mother, and put into a bubbly bath where all OREO evidence soon disappeared. Phew!

So, as a result we now put any kitchen chairs that could be used as an accomplice in future mischief episodes, up on top of solid surfaces. As of today we have not had any more OREO crimes!