As Tiffany was leaving our house last weekend, she expressed hope that all of the brownies she brought over would be consumed.
By the time we went to bed that night, all but two of the brownies had been consumed. They were de-lish.
The next morning, Reed and I were playing at in the living room while Meredith slept beyond dawn’s crack.
She awoke around six thirty to my shout: “Meredith, get in here quick! Bring the wipes!”
Reed had a full diaper which had gotten caught upon the inner ring of a bouncy seat that had been converted into a train track:
I’ll let you guess what horrible monstrosity was birthed by that union of happenstance and physical obstacle.
So, Meredith comes in a’bounding and we get to cleaning; first Reed is sanitized, then the bouncy-seat-turned-train station gets its workover.
As you can imagine, it takes a while to clean out the station. While we are working on this task, little Reed roams free in every sense of the term.
As I go to clean some things in the kitchen, I see the fruition of Tiff’s hopes from the previous night:
Reed, in his wanderings, had happened upon the brownies – in their tupperware container (pictured above), pulled a Cap ((Cap was a dog of Jake Jones’. The most gentle dog in the world, he had an affinity for butter and could pry open the craziest things in his search)) , opening the container and devouring the two brownies.