I was in the restroom for a couple minutes. Like three minutes max. I emerged to discover Nathan had gotten into the cats’ food. In that short span of time, he threw it everywhere. It was on the kitchen floor and on the kitchen table and even the countertops. He had even managed to throw it into the laundry room on top of both the washer and dryer. I followed the trail into the living room and lamented how it decorated the carpet, coffee table, and couch. It was ridiculous how much mayhem he did in such a short span of time.
I put him in time out.
When his time was up, I explained to him that I was very frustrated with him and rather unhappy with his little display of mischief. So he wrapped his arms around me, giving me a huge hug.
“There,” he said as he patted my back. “How does Mommy feel now? Happy? Yep, happy!”