Monday was a public holiday so Chris was at home, napping in the afternoon while i did some work on the computer and Nicholas was watching a movie on the couch.
He was quite absorbed n the movie and i startled me when he appeared at my elbow saying: "Mummy, the milk is a mess." He led me by the hand to the lounge and revealed his masterpiece.
Most of you took bets on the next spillage to be Tomato Sauce, Chilli Sauce, Flour etc. This time it was Milk.

Milk on the lounge:

Milk on the floor:

Milk on the cushions:

Milk on the entertainment Unit:

and of course Milk on the windows…

"Nicholas" i sighed in utter defeat.
"What a mess, Mummy" he commented
"Uh-yeah" i reply
"I cwean it Mummy," and off he thunders down the hallway while i get my mop, chux, paper towels etc.

While im mopping the floor he returns, zooming into the lounge on his scooter, armed with his cleaning equipment.

One square of toilet paper.

He proceeds to wipe up a puddle on the lounge and once the paper square reached maximum capacity it dissolves into pulp.
"Ugh! Thats disgusting!" he exclaims, and abandons his clean up attempt.

Later when the floor is mopped, the couch is clean and the windows wiped and windexed he comes to inspect my handiwork.

"Well done Mummy! You did it!" he shouts proudly and pats me on the leg.
Honestly, some days i just think he does this to me to see how long it takes me to clean it up. I’m sure he’s making mental notes like:

"Butter Disaster- 10.7mins
Window Smashing- 20mins
Window smashing #2- 15mins
Toilet Overflow- 25mins"

Later that evening i go to the loo and find he’s dumped an entire roll of toilet paper in there. And he’s left me a present in the potty because the toilet was blocked.

"Oh Nicholas" i sigh again. He materialises by my side, inspects the solid and liquid contents of the potty and says in his most grossed out tone:

"YUCK! Thats disgusting!"