One Sunday morning I walked into the kitchen to find this...

Yes, that is my garlic press. Yes, that is play-doh.
Then after cleaning it up and lecturing them, I asked them to find a less soiling, more spiritual activity. A few minutes later I walked into the office to find this...
Yep. Wilson had taped Maisy to the chair. She was completely constrained.
At this point, I pretty much felt like Maisy's expression in the above picture. Oh well. Whatcha gonna do when your garlic press is crammed with play-doh and your daughter is masking taped to a chair?!