That would be me, of course. I've come down stairs 3 times over the past 2 days to find Jax digging into the ice cream with a fork. Each time he grins, holds up his fork and declares, "Yummy!" Then he quickly adds, "No want more ice cream, Mommy. Here you go," and hands the sticky carton back to me.
It's now almost empty.
I'm off to buy a fridge lock. And one for the oven -- did I mention the day I came into the kitchen to find the oven on BROIL and the door wide open?
Tomfoolery by Ree
1 week ago