My grandson, the flasher

From my daughter:

B2 pushed red Play Doh down my bathroom sink drain last night. He had put water in the sink, too. Bless his little heart. He went off to preschool this morning, skipping. So happy to be back. I bet he comes out this morning a different boy. His head will be down, and he won't say good-bye to his teacher, like always. I will then hear "B2 had another rough day today. He couldn't keep his hands to himself" or "he was running around OUT OF CONTROL!!!" or "He was showing his privates, again". You never know. (That only happened after his surgery and he just wanted everyone to see what had been done, I guess...)