Here's one for the imagination. A photo just won't cut it.
We were eating dinner and Charlie was upstairs taking a nap...so we thought. He came down in the middle of the meal with bag balm caked on his hands. Instantly remembering his bedroom is upstairs and the kitchen is downstairs I left Travis to clean up the Beau and I went to examine the damage.
It was more cute than awful. Just above each step on the wall was a greasy Charlie-sized hand print.