The Wrath of Scout

Today I took David over to his Aunt JJ's house to go play with his cousins for a bit while I went out and ran some errands. When we left from JJ's house she gave him a small bag of m&m's to eat on the way home (or as David calls them, num-a-nums. personally, I think num-a-nums sounds more catchy.. but anywho..) When we got home it was nap time so not even thinking I set the bag of m&ms on the table.. after I walked out of the room from tucking David in, I see Scout staring up at me - ever so innocently - with pieces of plastic bag stuck in his teeth... *freaking out*, but then I prayed that he didnt swallow any of it, and that IF he did, it passes smoothly out. Ugh.. well, after my moment of freakin out, I walked around the house, and found some more surprises from the wrath of Scout....

I need to go find some really durable chew tows for him. Something he wont rip apart in a matter of seconds.
Oh, and I dont have a photo of, but my house is also littered with squeakers that have been ripped out of squeaky toys.. just sayin'...