Little Boys

I'm grateful for little boys, dirty handprints, quiet moments that mean trouble and just general mischievousness!  This morning I came into work at 6:30 am and Bullet had raided the fridge with Flutterby looking on.  Of course, allowing him to keep the apple after he was caught, giggling at how cute he was and then taking pictures of his misdeeds probably just encouraged him to keep it up.  Oh well, we'll get there!