Mischief managed

I only thought the bowl of banana pudding was pushed far enough away on the table so that Alex couldn't reach it. I was wrong. He was happy.


Now I have smashed bananas in my carpet, on the wall, all over the coffee table, and screen door. And I thought he was being quiet and content because he was watching his brother play outside. Lesson learned.

Well, hopefully he thought it tasted better than the pinecone he was sampling earlier in the day.