This is probably the worst parenting decision I've ever made. No, not probably. It IS the worst parenting decision I've made. I've opened some sort of portal to Hell.
It's going on five days since I assembled it. I've had the shakes for two days. The cats haven't been seen since about three seconds after the initial barrage.
I was going to stuff the things full of towels, but my Mom convinced me not to as that would "take all the fun out of it". Spoken truly like a woman who is 5000 kilometres away from Ground Zero.
Someone please tell me that he'll be a rock star some day - hopefully by Tuesday of next week - and buy me a cigar boat.