Not my proudest moment...

And the complete antithesis to yesterday, I came down the basement stairs returning to Little Man who I'd left in the playroom while I ran up to the girls' room to quell a Polly Pocket skirmish, to find him waddling around holding a Chapstick (where the hell did he find that?) with a mouth stuffed full of dog food which he had, apparently, pilfered from the half-open bag in the laundry room. And he actually cried when I pried it from his mouth.

I am awesome!