The kid is unbelievable…. you leave him alone for one moment and when you come back, you’re blessed if the home is still standing. It being intact is out of question, you’ll find his diaper on the ceiling fan, the walls painted with any colour he could lay his hands on, the books and magazines all ‘read’ by him and arranged ‘neatly’ on the coffee table.
Meet Mr. Aagney, rather, meet his hand – fresh after a hectic job of painting the walls blue. His mother and father say, the wild streak in him came because of his name, and because of the person who chose his name aka Me 😉
Well well, what can I say 😛