Baby Boy was alone for 30 seconds and dumped 499 Q-tips all over the floor. When I saw giant mess (as I was trying to get into the car) this I screeched (hypothetically), "Do you have any idea how many Q-tips there are now all over the floor?"
Then he stared at the pile very intently, almost as if he was counting them. I was stunned for a moment he may actually come up with the number a la Rainman and the toothpicks.
Then he met my eyes and said, "Too many."
Guess we aren't on the next flight to Vegas after all.