I sent pictures of the most filth-ridden home imaginable. The windows and walls were all smeared with thick ,brown , chocolate or something worse. The crib that was once brown, now it's white- milk dripped or poured out all over the entire thing. No food for a meal, just candy! and cookies and fruit punch. I am serious, this is every "meal". There is a mountain of 1,000 cigarette butts....I could go on, the filth is beyond anything you could imagine. I went there for a day, I flew down and then we drove back 16 hours so my son could go to a wedding. They're leaving Sunday to drive home. I never raised him to live like this and I know her own mother did not either. I am sick that I did it, they will know it's me. How dare those kids live that.