Bearpit....

I happened to walk down the hall this morning and found the door to the Bearpit open....a very rare occurance as the Teenage Mutant is not the most sociable of creatures.

The bit that suprprised me more was the amount of floorspace visible from the door. I'm almost prepared to state that T.M has been engaged in surreptitious room tidying for reasons unknown to me at this time. If you check out the top left corner however, you'll notice that the bed is in it's usual state of disrepair, reassuring me that #1 son has not been genetically modified by Martha Stewart while my back was turned. Had me worried for a minute, though....