This is the moment I learned Michael could climb up onto the kitchen counter…and my husband learned he had to stop leaving the sugar canister open after his morning coffee.
Even Mother Nature doesn’t escape destruction. This little spruce never stood a chance of becoming a grand Christmas tree thanks to Michael’s backside.
It isn’t just gravesites where Michael is irreverent. Here, he is using the church’s Communion rail as a parking lot for his cars. Earlier that day, he drank out of the holy water font like a dog.