A couple of weeks ago Ryder had been out of control all day and I had had it! I sat down to fold clothes and at that point I really didn't care what Ryder was doing. It was really quiet for a long time, then I could hear Ryde falling down and it sounded like he was slipping. This is what I saw when I turned the corner. I about died! Luckily it came off the floor really well. His onesie went in the garbage and the baseboards will have to be painted. Oh what a kid I have!
