Wednesday, August 4, 2010

He's still alive.

And it's a miracle.

Pete surrounded by a least a dozen broken eggs. The mess was all over him, all over the floor, inside the refrigerator, under the refrigerator. I cleaned it up all by myself. It's official; I'm an adult.

And just to seal the deal, later that day:
same kitchen, different boy.


Why every boy needs a backyard and a beningly negligent parent.