How is it...

How is it that the one little person who is single handedly responsible for wrecking my kitchen by

1. Dumping his cereal bowl on the table, chair, and all across the floor, causing a huge sticky mess.
2. Dumping out a super sized bag of Coco Roos.
3. Dumping out a carton of nuts.
4. Dumping out a canister full of powdered sugar.
5. Emptying out a drawer full of cookie cutters on my now completely messy floor that I stayed up late mopping just the night before last.

How is it that this tiny little destructive person, sensing that Mommy is not happy, can follow me around the house whining at me to pick him up, and when I finally give in and hold the little guy he hugs me real tight for a long time and makes me feel completely better.

Having delivered and received his hug, and being reassured that Mommy loves him. Clayton is now off to play at the demolition game again.