You Can Only Hope to Contain Him

Last week I got up from my desk and went upstairs to get a drink and see how everyone was doing. When I turned the corner into the dining room, I was greeted by this:



Jane was raking in the front yard and needed to keep Liam in the den, and she wasn't messing around.

Ironically, later this same day he charged at one of the windows in the front room with his fists out and smashed it. Miraculously, as with the other window he smashed, he was unhurt.