I went in to check on Aiden while he was napping at Grandma's house and found him peaceful as an angel on a fluffy bed of dispensed and shredded Kleenex. I should have taken a picture then to remind me of the cute, innocence of his curiosity and eventual disappointment when the last tissue fell... instead I sadistically took pictures while making him clean up the mess particle by particle. It made me feel better but I think for a punishment to be effective, the child has to dislike it, which he didn't. Apparently, any amount of time with Kleenex, no matter how tainted with the sounds of mom saying, "there's another one," is a much needed vacation from the troubles of his everyday life.