The other morning I was distracted in the living room, enjoying a little peace and quiet before the rest of the kids woke up, I was proud of myself for getting up before all the kids and getting the milking done even before Jack woke up. When I got back to the house I heard him cheerful jabbering in his bedroom. I leisurely got him up, had a few snuggles with him and he was off to play while I peacefully checked my email. I had this feeling that he was doing something naughty because he was awfully contentedly playing by himself (which is usually a clue that he’s into something).
I finally pulled myself away from the computer to go check on him, and as I neared the kitchen my nose started to alarm, what is that I smell? Peanut butter? Why would I be smelling peanut butter so strongly?…Oh.
His masterpiece was just too good to not take a picture.
He loves putting lids on things, but a container full of peanut butter, that is just so much better!
So proud!
It’s hard work but somebody’s got to do it.
Hmmm, I wonder if that handle needs just a little more paint?
Hey mom, yeah I’m just working here.
No problem mom, I painted the tea pot for you! You’re welcome :)
