*howls of laughter*
While I typed that last blog entry, Young Indiana abandoned me. I didn’t realize the kitchen door was open, so I didn’t think much of it. After a minute, though, I decided I better go see what he was doing.
I found him in front of the open fridge, the maple syrup jug held firmly in both hands, maple syrup spread from between his eyes down his shirt down his pants all over his one bare foot his one socked foot all over the floor all over all over all over everything!
He held up the jug and said, in delight, “Juice!”
He has now been bathed. *I* have now been bathed. And now I have to go try to clean up the floor without him getting into more syrup… :)(x-posted from the essential kit)