Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Jam for dinner



So I couldn't here Gage. So I called out his name and I could barely hear him but could tell he was in the kitchen I asked what he was doing and again he would talk so I couldn't really hear him. So I go upstairs and this is what I find. Him eating jam from when I made him a PB & J sandwich earlier and I had left it out. Two things I would like to point out here:
1. He is sneaky smart. How the crap does he already know to be quiet but still talk to try and throw me off his scent. Seriosly we are in trouble.
2. He is eating it with a knife. Yes, pictures are more important at moments like this, than taking out the sharp object out of your childs mouth. It was just a butter knife.

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