Yesterday, I thought about how Meat and Sophie were turning six and the idea crossed into my mind that maybe shouldn't have been there. I thought that since they were getting older, maybe Meat is finally mature enough to not eat the remote if we left it on the coffee table while we were gone. Wrong. So wrong. It wasn't the remote, but while Lou and I were grocery shopping, Meat decided to teach us a lesson. We accidentally left a box of tissues on the end table. Ughhhh. The box and all of the tissues were destroyed all over the floor. That's when I decided that tearing up a box of tissues was Meat's birthday present this year. I'm sure he had fun *insert a million eye rolling emojis here*...