Semblance of Normality

By 9pm, house looks like a two-year old tornado has cut a swath through every room in the house? Check. Dad/Mom, on couch, post-bedtime, in a questioning stupor: Do I clean or get drunk? Can I accomplish both? Could he get just a leeeetle bit sick? Check.

It's just so great to have The Max Attack back. We've even taught him to dramatically refer to the mark on his hand as a battle scar. It'll give him something to show off if he's ever stuck on a boat, hunting a killer shark, with some salty sea dogs.