Things happen around here when I'm changing Baby Brother's diaper.
Tonight I was changing him and Little One comes in and says:
" Mama! I made Christmas!"
What could that be?
I go to check it out - came around the corner into the kitchen and he's sitting on the floor of the pantry licking his fingers. He had pulled my plastic sugar container off the shelf, dropped it, resulting in a huge pile of sugar on the floor. I think he thought it looked like snow. Yes, Son, you made Christmas. White, sugar, yumminess...it's all Christmas.
Never mind the fact that I spent nap time today mopping the floor.... Oh well.