Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Ransacked... again.


Master W. is a miniature tornado. He tore through, and in a matter of moments managed to pull ever fork, spoon, knife and cooking utensil out.

And the cookies and pie baking in my oven? Gone. Obliterated. Smashed by tiny hands.

This doesn't bode well.

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