The Not Napping Boy

Luke likes to take naps in my bed, especially since I've been taking naps there too almost every day since I've been feeling cruddy. The last couple days, though, I've felt well enough to stay awake and catch up on my writing (which hasn't been going well recently. I now hate the book I'm working on). I put Luke down for his nap, tucked him in, kissed him and hugged him, and closed the door to go work on my book. Twenty minutes later I hear something dropping in my bathroom. Instinctively knowing the boy is up to no good, I open the door to find he's completely emptied the contents of my bathroom/makeup drawer and lined each item in single file on my bed. This wouldn't be so bad, if he hadn't first opened my rarely used foundation and used my eyeshadow brush to paint his forehead, hands, shirt, carpet, and other items on the bed. Argh! He's had a fascination with my Blistex jar for a few days, and I know he's been sneaking dips into there, but this is the first time he's branched out to try other makeup. My poor eyeshadow brush! Its bristles are all glued together and I've tried washing it out. It's old and sometimes falls apart, but I liked that brush. Grr! I guess no more unsupervised naps in my room. That boy cannot be trusted. I think last night he got out of bed and played with Paul's toothbrush and now it can't be found. Is it child abuse to duct tape your child to the bed?