In which my son fillets his bed like a fish

On Friday the Trouble Brothers were out of school for a teacher's development day.

I am not going to get into how I feel about days off during the school week and how it wreaks havoc upon my sons due to their being autistic because I made that mistake on Facebook and I do believe I have learned my lesson.

Suffice it to say that any interruption in the boys' schedule will typically result in negative behaviors, meltdowns, and overall chaos.

All before 8 am.

So, I took Sam and Noah to the playground for an hour in the afternoon and we ran, swung, and slid down the sliding boards all in an attempt to wear their little asses out get some fresh air and exercise.

Upon returning home Sam made a beeline for his iPad and Noah went into the bedroom to play with his foam letters.

Or so I thought.

After ten minutes I realized he was awfully quiet and I half expected to walk into his room and find him sleeping.

Instead I was greeted with this image:

My dear spawn of the devil himself child had filleted his mattress like a fish.  He must have found a small tear and from there managed to rip off the outside covering, the foam and cloth padding and reveal the innerspring coils.

All of this in TEN minutes.

T.E.N.

Given the lofty price tag on a new mattress (which I'm guessing he could also fillet in ten minutes) he will now be sleeping on this new bed which consists of two fuzzy blankets laid on the carpet:

Until he is 21.

Or outgrows the bed-filleting stage....whichever comes first.