This is never a good thing when you have children in the house. Especially if aforementioned thumping and bumping is not accompanied by speech. The children are trying (unsuccessfully) to be quiet. They are trying to be sneaky.
When I go downstairs to check on the Boy Who is Three, I find a chair. I did not leave this chair here. It must be the source of thumping.
Hmmmm, my spice cabinet. What else could he be looking for?
Holiday Nonpareils aka sprinkles. Notice the empty jar. I am a woman; I do not leave empty containers in the fridge/cupboard/shelves. Notice how neatly it is put away with the lid on. Must be genetic.
See the appetizing green goo on a spoon? That is plain white yougert with 3/4 inch of Christmas sprinkles. Enterprising little bugger.
1 comment:
I'm grinning! This is adorable! Love you, AJ
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