After taking a quick shower I noticed it was unusually quiet in my home. I began wondering what Easton was up to and what trouble he might be causing. I didn't have to look far to see this- my couch torn to shreds. The young mischief maker had pulled all of the cushions off of the couch and somehow managed to pull out the stuffing as well.
There he is, the culprit, basking in his troublemaking glory.
If only that were a bunch of grapes he had dangling from his hand, instead of the innards of my couch.