I wish I had some great story for this... I don't.
This is the result of a temper tantrum. I assumed J to be launching himself at his gate in an effort to dislodge it from the door frame.
I was wrong.
I have to thank Grandpa P for repairing the damage over the 4th & doing it with J's help so J would *learn* that it is not as simple as saying "Fix-it Mommy. Please. Please. Please. I said please." It looks like I will be painting this room over my winter break, but we are not rushing as Grandpa P has to come back & finish smoothing it.