Now that he is walking nothing is safe.
I was finishing up dinner and trying to get it in the oven, when I heard what every mothers fears......silence.
That meant he was into something.
I walked around the corner and he had pulled out the basket that sits under our coffee table. It's very similar to a junk drawer, except it's a junk basket. We keep pens, remotes, various papers, and the lotion I'd been looking for in it.
This is his "innocent" look.
What you can't see is that he marked on the side of his face and leg with a pen that was opened.
Hubby got home soon after this and ask what happened.
"Hurricane little man...that's what happened."