Things are starting to feel a lot like this miniature vintage copy of Hamlet. Without the murder, kidnapping, sword dueling and drowning of course. Indeed, our home seems to have literally hit the fan.
Little M decided to rip this up while I was giving birth to Scarlet. What timing! He got a hold of it by taking it off the mantle (next to crib) when he was supposed to be napping. I'm keeping the evidence in a plastic baggy. It amuses me to no end which is a good attitude I think.