T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I entered the family room after hanging clothes to find abandoned toys strewn about, Bentley sitting on the couch, and Lincoln no where in sight.

"Bentley, where's Lincoln?"

"Him just playing in the blinds."

We have those annoying vertical blinds in the kitchen, so I headed that direction.

If only he would have been pulling blinds down.


Instead he was playing in the baking center and emptied my entire container of gluten. See it laying there empty? It is hard to see in the picture, but there are dunes of gluten on the floor.



And I wonder why I get very little accomplished in a day.