I think Boo might be a wizard, in the vein of Harry Potter. He seems to only know one spell at the moment: “Accio Crap My Father Doesn’t Want Me To Have”. No matter what I take away from him, how high I put it, or how well I hide it, he always manages to have it again within minutes. He’s not able to overcome locks yet, so the gun safe is still secure, praise be.
I live in fear of the day he starts turning the cat into a teacup, though.














Auntie J
/ November 22, 2011Large Fry has suddenly gotten so tall that she's able to reach certain shelves that I forget she's able to reach. Which explains how she got ahold of the cat's medicine twist-a-dose pen.
Nothing explains, though, why–when she KNOWS this is the kitty's medicine–she thought it was okay to take it and play “marker” or “lip gloss” with it. Yes, with the cat's happy drugs, which are in a transdermal gel.
Sigh.
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Jennifer
/ November 22, 2011Bwahahahaha! Kids are quite amazing.
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