For disaster to happen. Griffin pushed the chair over to the counter, then got into the cupboards and there was fluffy white stuff everywhere. Maxton apparently rolled it in. I had to shampoo the carpet and the couch, everyone needed baths and because the clothes I bought at garage sales on Saturday morning were still on the couch, I also had two loads of laundry. All this in the ten minutes between David going to work and me getting out of bed.
Sigh, somehow Griffin has turned into Mr. Mischeif. I used to marvel at how good he was at staying out of stuff. Notice the use of "USED TO." In the past month, he has become a master at making messes and getting into stuff he shouldn't. He broke a dozen eggs the other day while my sister was here babysitting our kids.
Anyway, since Max was the messiest, here is a photo of him in the tub. See if you can guess what it was they got into.