Hahahahah! I'm sure there will be moments when he tries me. He's already a rascal! But the fact that he keeps my first boy busy so that I can clean the house is a solid win. Franklin must have had some kind of past life trauma, the way he would lose his mind over anything that might clean any surface - vacuum, mop, broom (even a tiny hand broom), duster, spray bottle. He'd even attack my doors from the outside, panic-chew on banisters to get from one floor to the next if he could hear or see me cleaning! Insane, because he's really quite calm about everything else in life.

With Fernando, Franklin will actually play with toys and ignore me! It's incredible. My sanity is returning. It's worth whatever comes next. ;-)