December 3, 2011
I Do It
Cameron's no dummy. He's learned from the best (ie. his older siblings) that it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.
I caught him with the orange juice this afternoon.
"If you wanted a drink, all you needed to do was ask me," I told him.
He was too busy stirring the contents of the pitcher with a fork to respond.
When I got closer, I saw that he had misjudged the speed at which the orange juice had come out of the pitcher. It was everywhere, including down the crack between my countertop and refrigerator.
"Lovely," I mumbled as I tried to assess the damage, which turned out to be significant.
While I was behind the refrigerator, cleaning up Mess #1, Cameron shut himself in the pantry. I found him in the dark, eating potato chips.