I brought down the wizard (a puppet that Nanna & Nonno gave to Lucas for his birthday) & put it on my hand. Lucas was on one side of one of the upholstered chairs and I was on the other. The wizard popped over that top, said hello to lucas & told him a story about a boy who loved to make messes.

It went like this more or less:
‘One day the boy found a dozen eggs and spread them throughout the house. The next day he found some powder & did the same.  The third he found some water & did the same, but the ingredients mixed together and made bread & started rising & rising & rising.  The next day his house was filled with bread & he had to go live under a tree with his dog b/c the house was full of bread.’

Then the wizard said good-bye & told Lucas he would see him later & he popped away.  Then I peeked around the chair & Lucas told me ‘Not good!’ with a little tear in his eye and some lip trembling.  He said ‘Wizard bad.’ & I asked him ‘What you dont like the wizard?’ & he said ‘Not good.’  ’Well,’ I said, ‘We’ll see him later.’ & he said ‘No?’ with some trepidation.  Afterwards he recovered quickly.

p.s. the story was actually inspired by Lucas.  Afterall the other morning I awoke to a kitchen dusted with the powder I use to scrub my face (Lucas climbed up the stool and explored the counter) & a bed full of dish soap & Lucas with the dispenser in hand. Mebbe that’s why he took it to ‘heart’.