oh…oh man your poor poor house… life lesson for the future, don’t take in random children without parents that you find on the streets.

the little chaos demon you’d found the other day all alone, tired, and scared didn’t seem to be very tired or scared anymore as they ran around you poor beautiful home. Your walls covered in crayon drawing that where hardly drawings, more resembling to scribbles, your plants tipped over, pots thrown about on the floor.

it was like the child was a cat, if it saw something that could be tipped, it would be tipped without fail.

this was going to be a long day…long months for that matter…

“Look! Look! I drew pictures!”