I guess he didn't like the color

We should just call this "Brighton's Corner." We really should. He spends so much time here lately, mostly for trying to ride the babies. This time was for trying to change the color of the carpet in Scott's office. With the help of a candle Scott left on his desk, and his handy-dandy screwdriver, Brighton tried his hardest to make the beige carpet match the red walls. He did a pretty complete job, and would have succeeded if not for the tell-tale smell of Christmas Memories wafting through the air, and red grease up to his armpits. Wax does not come out of carpet easily. Red wax even less. Luckily for his future wife and kids, this carpet is slated to be ripped up and discarded in the future for real wood floors.

No, we didn't kill him. But, in his best defense, he zonked out on Scott's now fragrant carpet. How do you stay mad at a sleeping boy as cute as this?? (Not to mention he smelled like Christmas)

Notice his death grip on his tools? This hammer goes everywhere with him lately. It came with a whole game set, a hand-me-down from our neighbor. Forget the high-tech gadgets--he's in heaven with just a hammer. Shoulda named him Bob.