Messes don't exist for Phoenix. He overturns his book bin to become a zoo cage only to realize the spilled books are all lily pads and there is a mad crocodile loose in the river. As he hops and slides on said lily pads the mess grows and he grins. Most of the time this is charming. Instead of eating his muffin the other day, he gave it to his dinosaurs. But they couldn't just nibble the damn thing, they had to stomp on it first and then graze. The other night he found the baking soda in the fridge and created a snow storm on the table. Still charming. Dried rice, millet and beans were added for texture and digging options. Trucks and excavators joined the fray. His race car started doing laps and spraying dried bits loaded with powder to the floor. Then off he tromped to the other room to grab more toys, trailing white foot prints across the carpet that had been vacuumed, literally, 5 minutes before. When he realized I was no longer charmed he took the vacuum from me and cleaned the entire mess up in his own, charming, way.
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