The withdrawal might be kicking in. He ripped off the bungee cords holding the cupboards shut, and dragged out both our old, broken coffee makers (like you don’t hoard your broken junk too, don’t judge.)
I caught him as he attempted to drain each of them for any slight flake of coffee dust remaining.
I almost feel sorry for him. If it weren’t so funny.
Soon enough, if this doesn’t wind down by bedtime, it’s myself and Mommy I’ll be feeling sorry for.