Well it had to happen someday. It will probably happen again (with twists and turns I’m sure).
Our Grandson, Odin, found some interesting little pieces and got into them…they must have felt good as he walked on them…into the lawn some of them…onto the patio some of them…half of the messed up ones we’ll never find. Lucky for me (and TNNA folks ) his Mommy was not that far behind.
It would seem that he needs to start understanding where the things come from. He probably can’t “get it” yet…maybe if I have him sponge a few hundred and see how painfully boring that work can be…Boy was I pissed off. Grampie’s bad.