Do any of you have young'uns in the house? If you do, you may be familiar with Swiper the Fox from the T.V. show Dora the Explorer. Swiper is notorious for sneakily absconding with various objects from the heroine, Dora. Or rather, he tries to swipe them, only to hear "Swiper, no swiping!" from Dora, Boots the Monkey, and millions of preschool viewers around the country.
Well, lately I've been hearing the refrain "Dony, no swiping!" around here, and I'm getting a little sick of it. My counter surfing escapades have been seriously curtailed (heh-heh!). How am I supposed to survive the long hours between breakfast and dinner with no snacks?!
Here's what I mean. Little Boy wanted to make oatmeal cookies. Of course, I offered my assistance.
Did somebody say cookies????
Double-checking the recipe.
I'll just skooch these measuring spoons over to Little Boy.
Time to sample the batter...it's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it.
D'oh!! Foiled again by Little Boy!
But even he can't stop the quickest tongue on the East Coast!
(That's a Dorito, in case anyone's wondering)
So there you have it...I've been reduced to scrounging for tiny morsels instead of my usual entire cookie/apple slice/bacon slice/fill-in-the-blank. I feel like a junkyard dog.
BTW, I got a kick out of your comments on my Wordless Wed. pic...Cole got it right, I was under a lounge chair on the deck when Boy Twin took that picture from inside.