I turned my back. For five minutes.
Maybe it was to check email. Maybe it was to instant message Bobbi. Maybe it was to pee.
Okay, possibly all three. And maybe it was ten minutes.
When I finished, I found this:
The Tackler had taken my piles of Laundry To Be Sorted and thrown them over the second story railing above to the hallway below.
And this is why laundry is typically sequestered away in a No Tackler Zone. Luckily, the clean and the sorted laundry – the latter a much larger pile – was hidden.
Also, no Lil Diva’s or Mothers About to Tie Up Their Children were harmed in the tossing of them.
Disclaimer: The throwing of any object over the balcony railing is forbidden. He knows this and until hitting the Terrible Three and a Half Phase, had obeyed it. However, Lil Diva has dabbled in this activity recently and is now “teaching” him what not to do…