I've got up this morning and thought it had snowed inside overnight. Eric, who is generally as good as gold when he doesn't have an audience
has somehow managed to reach a new box of tissues that he's shredded and distributed throughout the living room and not only that he's destroyed his bed so amongst the tissues is the foam and stuffing from his bed
He didn't even have the good grace to look shameful and instead chose to share his joy at my return by demonstrating what fun he'd had making a snowstorm by doing laps and making the mess fly!
Just what I wanted at the crack of dawn to be clearing up his mess and an unplanned trip out to replace his bed although sorely tempted to make him manage with a cardboard box and blankets tonight.