pizza anyone???

I always thought that having Owen first prepared us for anything...he was a busy baby, he climbed a lot, he walked before he was a year old, he climbed out of his crib before he was two...but he never prepared us for this...Hurricane Isabelle. She may look like a dainty sweet little girl...but then you put a pizza in front of her and you get:



And our busy boy? Clean as a whistle: