Rescue Me!

For the last week or two, Grant has been FULL of it! He has been climbing whatever he can get his little feet upon, getting into whatever he can and trying everyone's tolerance level. I just thought "terrible twos" were bad. Weeeelllll, hello TERRIBLE THREES! Just this evening I called my mother-in-law to check in and to let her know I was working late. My sister in law answered the phone. I could hear commotion in the background. It seems Mr. Terrible Three climbed into his bed, knocked all the board games down off of the shelf onto the floor and then proceeded to mix up all of the game pieces. I told one of my co-workers that I needed to go perform a rescue. I wasn't sure if I needed to rescue Grant from Nana's wrath or rescue Nana from Grant...