Three Minutes

I'm pretty sure he had no more than three minutes of alone time.

In three minutes he:

Climbed up on the changing table.
Knocked over his lamp.
Knocked everything off of the top of the changing table.
Emptied an entire family size box of Kleenex.
Climbed back down from the changing table.
Went about his busy like nothing had ever happened.

Sigh. We are so screwed.

I'm fairly certain this is only the beginning...