Despite what you may think, ^this^ is not a commentary on Boo, even though he was a beast this week! (He seems to have inherited his father's sunny disposition while sick.)
Long story short: We bought a sweet label maker. Boo typed his name and put the sticker on his new art-supply "desk". The label maker got placed on top of the fridge for "safe keeping". The label maker fell off the fridge and exploded. Babe, after cussing under his breath, put it back together and typed the *other* word you see here.
A couple days later, Boo finds the naughty sticker and asks Babe if he can put it on his desk too. Babe tells him to ask me first, but, stubborn-minded boy he is, put it on there anyway, before he asked me.
The placement? All. His.
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