Oh my...

So Ben often wonders why I make jackson tag close along with me during the day when I'm here by myself with him. I make him go with me to each new room, unless he is sleeping, even the bathroom. Well, this morning I'm feeling brave and as we're playing outside I think "I'll just run inside and use the bathroom and come right back out." It took me maybe, MAYBE, 45 seconds and this is what I return to:

In the 45 seconds I took for myself my toddler got the box of cereal off the counter and proceeded to make this mess.

It's as I'm racing against the impending rainstorm to clean up the debris from my toddler's tropical tornado that I remember a story my mom told me about the one time she let me go down for Saturday morning cartoons without her and how she came down 10 minutes later to find me with a giant mixing bowl filled with an entire box of fruit loops and a half gallon of milk. It's in this moment I realize -

Oh Lord...he gets this from me...