This time it was lip gloss!

It is all your fault, Charity. You asked where the pictures were of Michael's escapades, so he decided to accommodate your request.
I sent Michael to the front room to take a nap on the couch. In the thirty seconds that it took for me to grab my book to read while I sat with him while he fell asleep, he found the lip gloss and smeared it all over himself and had started painting the wall.
I seriously don't know what I am going to do with him. I turn my back for an instant and he finds something to get into. Tonight he found the toothpaste. Fortunately I was right there to take it from him.
And since I started this post....he found the soap bottle.
Big sigh!