What were you thinking?

Mason is having a really bizarro day. Every time I turn my back he's doing something...creative. Earlier he was in his room playing. It was kind of quiet, which usually means he's up to no good, so I went to check on him. I found the playdough out and the container of pink playdough empty. Upon further investigation I found several objects stuck to the back of Mason's closet. He said playdough was tape. (Yes the black thing is a toy bug).

Later, while John and I were watching a movie, Mason was playing in his room again. This time he came out wearing a poptart. I don't know if this is a belated Halloween costume, but I'm sure poptarts weren't meant to be mustaches.