D'Arcy Developments

So I was in the kitchen washing up the other day. D'Arcy was amusing himself in the lounge room, quietly. A little too quietly perhaps. As a mother I know that when it all goes very quiet, that is the time to go and check up on the current state of occupation. This time he wasn't poking holes in the flyscreen with the fork, or squeezing the toothpaste out of the tube on to the bench, or unrolling all the toilet paper on to the floor (or into the toilet). No. Just as I was taking off my gloves to investigate.... "hey mum. look at this". And a suitably deadpan mugshot ensued. Thank goodness he only put them in his hair.