I saw this for the first time this morning and assumed it must have happened during the night---like, a cat got trapped in the room or there was an earthquake or something. "OMG, what happened???," I said. "Oh, Henry pulled those down," Paul said. "...When?," I asked. "Saturday, I think," Paul replied. "...," I said.
Mail, including things such as PAUL'S MAGAZINES. I'd had no idea how vital my "putting them on his desk" role was to the household.
Before I left, I did laundry like a madwoman (I'm assuming that's what madwomen do? Lots of laundry?) so that there would be NO NEED to do any. Paul was spontaneously moved to do some anyway. So far today I've found William's sleeping shorts in Edward's shirt drawer, William's shorts and jeans both crammed into his jeans drawer so that it can't close (shorts drawer is one drawer up and has plenty of room in it), and a little stack of mixed shirts, socks, and underwear resting comfortably in William's shorts drawer.