HJ is laying in my bed watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse the other morning while I jump in the shower. Like most mornings, I don’t take a long shower. It’s a quick process to get us both out of the house with brushed teeth every day. As I turn the water off, I hear the pitter-patter of little feet scrambling about the house. I shake my head and smile thinking of the shenanigans the little rascal is up to. Then I hear the toaster “pop”! I figured I was hearing things and continued getting ready. I few minutes later, “POP”! I get curious, throw some clothes on and start heading down the hall. I am about 3 steps away and I hear the “pop” again. Dear lord.
Last week, I showed HJ how to make is own toast. He would stand over the toaster, and push the button, while I did everything else.
I look into the kitchen and find this
In total, there were 6 pieces of toast on the counter. Two pieces were on plates and covered in peanut butter. There was also a large glob of peanut butter on the floor. The toaster was unplugged and pushed away from HJ because he knows he has to “be careful” around it. See the chair pushed against the counter and the dishwasher open? He leaned the dishwasher door against the chair so he could climb onto the other counter to clean his knife at the sink. I am also guessing that means the knife was grabbed from the dishwasher (and dirty).
I asked him what he was doing, and he gave me this look,
Here is his outfit choice from the front: