Disaster Zone

Tonight while making dinner I gave up on trying to keep Porter from making a mess.  I didn't have energy to make dinner and monitor his every move.  So, the end product consisted of 4 boxes of cereal poured all over the floor, peas dumped and smashed on the floor and the little man with the broom and dustpan "cleaning it up", which was more like crunching all the cereal into smithereens and pushing it under the rug.  Awesome.

Here is a picture of only a small fraction of the damage before he was done:

Fortunately he does do things daily to redeem himself.  Today I asked him three different times who he wanted to have come over to play.  His answer each time, "Jesus".