Tuesday, September 21, 2010

1:38 PM The Kitchen

I look at the stove and decide it is time to dig in and clean.
I feel a poke in my leg and see the little one with a big smile


I turn and smile. Quickly become a stove cleaning monster defending her land.

 And the the little one runs out. Seeking refugee. 

But it is not given, because I am having to much fun with the charade chase, catch, tickle and release. 



and acting like a fool.

A fool with a clean stove top.

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