…putteth his mother to shame.”
Isn’t that a bible verse or something? If it isn’t, it should be.
So, here’s the story—
We grown-ups were minding our own business, having a discussion of some sort in the office when we heard an unusual amount of giggling coming from the kitchen—always a dangerous sign with a three year old loose in the house. We came around the corner to find, to our surprise, that a 25lb. bag of flour can, indeed be ripped in half by a determined kid with a fork. Pretty sure he thought there was a prize inside.
He was wrong…
dang cute…
but wrong.
That reminds me of Piper a couple of weeks ago. She emptied two of my oatmeal containers all over the basement floor. Then a couple days later went over to your house and did it with Baby Chomp. Fun times!
That was one of my favorite pictures of Dane growing up.
That is hilarious!!! Reminds me of another little soul that got into the Desitin……
🙂 Maybe he was just getting ready to make a SERIOUS batch of sugar cookies. You should’ve left him alone even longer! 😉 Ha ha ha!
Ah yes… Baby Chomp LOVED that it made Piper laugh! Good thing it wasn’t too hard to clean up! 😉
Little pill…
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OOOOooooohhh…TROUB-le! I remember that!
Oh yeah…eggs and butter on TOP of everything else. THAT would have been cool.
holy cow…
As long as he got them in the oven ok, I would’ve been fine with it! 😉 I LOVE sugar cookies! 😀