Idle Hands

Last night I’d left Zane in the family room watching Wallace and Grommit while I ran back and forth to the basement office, fixing a computer. At one point I checked on him and he was feeding all of the dog biscuits to Raz. The next time I checked he was peeling off and sticking post-its he’d found. Sadly, I never came back to find that he was picking up toys, vacuuming, or working on multiplication tables.