I was sewing the other day...I got a new toy, I've taken every opportunity to use it! Anyway, I was sitting there at the table (as I just am not cool enough to have a craft room yet) and Hurricane goes into the pantry and closes the door.
I chuckle to myself because heeeeheee....the stool isn't in the pantry and all the candy is far enough up that he can't get to it. I continue to sew away, relishing in my undivided attentions for just a few minutes longer. I'm thinking, if anything, we are going to have potatoes with bites taken out of them right? There's nothing else he can get into...right? RIGHT? WRONG!
I look over and there is FLOUR or something like flour SPILLING out from underneath the door of the pantry!
HurricaneTHOMAS! I scream! (and then reach for the camera)
I snap open the door to this...
Tell me its not hilarious he has his hands down his pants! Such a boy...anyway...I was trying to get mad (and snap pics at the same time) and, well, I couldn't....not that I had much help from my DH! He was bustin a gut in the bedroom! Ahh well. I made HIM clean it up...not that that was much help...the vaccuum still expells Bisquick Mix EVERY time I turn it on!
10 hours ago