Today it was foam balls. You know, the kind you use for crafts? Well, guess what the “craft” was. It was shredding the foam into the most breathable-sized pieces possible.
And it’s not that puffy styrofoam that would simply be a nuisance. It’s the kind that crumbles like light, fluffy glass. I’ve been on my hands and knees with the minivac, sniffing out all those lung-shredding shards for the last hour.
When does school start?
In case you haven’t noticed, a small child’s Prime Directive is “Destroy!”
For this exact reason, my children are forbidden from touching packing peanuts.
Young kids: Agents of Entropy