Ketchup on his hands.

A month or two ago, Abraham ran downstairs for perhaps five minutes while watching the children. When he left, they were peacefully eating lunch. When he returned, this is what he found.

Soren had pushed Liam's high chair over to the refrigerator, used it to prop the refrigerator door open, and proceeded to smear condiments all over the kitchen, himself, and his brother with all the speed and fury of a hurricane.

When Abe returned, Soren blamed it all on Liam. He was, after all, the one in the refrigerator, covered with condiments.