I've always said I wouldn't put a child lock on the refridgerator door...until today. I was making my bed this morning and found a hot dog in it. I also found one on the train table and another next to the tv. Not to mention, the jar of salsa a little wandering barbarian named Wyatt rolled under the couch.
Driving. Me. Crazy.



1 comment:
Thanks for the smile...even though I know it's not entirely funny. Love you, WyWy! (I'm picturing the hotdogs everywhere!)
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