After the Halloween party and before I picked the girls up from school, I was checking my email and I thought I heard the fridge open. I looked for John and he was playing quietly in the family room--I thought I must have imagined the noise. A few minutes later when it was time to walk to school, I discovered the real culprit. Will had gotten into the fridge to eat the cake I'd been saving for his sisters.
A few days later he got into the eggs.
And just this week he made his first scribbles on the wall.
Lucky for him he is adorable. How long can I be mad at a face like that?