"Dad, have you seen the spray paint I was using?" I knew my daughter was working on a project for her group date to a school dance that night.  "No, I haven't.  I guess you've asked Mom?" In many households, Mom can find anything, and my wife is no exception, but in our household Mom also has an amusing/maddening compulsion to immediately put away anything that is not where she deems it should be.

But Mom, who was out running errands, denied being the culprit in this instance.

I knew I had seen the spray paint in question, and thought I knew *where* I had seen it, so my thoughts then turned to Anthony.  What would Anthony do if he saw that can? First, if it had a label he could possibly remove, that would be gone.  And then....

I opened the trash can.  Nothing.  I rummaged down further, and there it was: a label-less metal can, easily avoiding detection by a scan of the contents at the top.

My daughter, who was by this time approaching a state of despair due to time constraints before her friends arrived, had Mom on the phone discussing the matter.  I, feeling highly satisfied with my sleuthing abilities, proudly produced the can and handed it to her while she was yet on her phone.  And then it came, through gritted teeth: "I. Hate. Anthony!"  I tried to get her to lighten up and joked that we just have to try to mimic his thought processes.

But while our daughter doesn't always "hate" Anthony, the rest of us understand her sentiment.  Later in the evening, I heard my wife exclaim, "Nooooo!" It turned out that Anthony had ripped the tag off an article of her cherished exercise clothing, ruining it.  And between those incidents, Anthony ended up with wet pants when my wife arrived with him at our younger son's soccer game, despite having taken him to the bathroom before the game--I'm guessing he didn't go--and making him wear a diaper.  I am resigned to thinking we're at the point where we would be surprised if Anthony did not cause us problems like these regularly.