"Uh...what? Where's your counterpart?!"
I found him in my closet, hiding behind my deodorant.
There are 50 million creams and pastes squeegied ALL OVER my bathroom. He has learned harsh pronunciation of the phrase "Big Trouble" today.
You don't get a picture of the mess because I'm still mad at it.
I'm not sure how many scrubs Kacie ingested this morning, but there are a lot of empty bottles with no sign of their contents.