My House is Sticky

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Sticky. That's right. And can you guess why? I'm sure it's not a difficult mystery to solve.

The quiet should have been my first warning. Truly you'd think I'd learn. I left a container of chocolate syrup on the counter and Zachary decided to help himself to it. Abundantly so. Poured himself a nice bit minus the milk, grabbed a spoon, and started sucking it up.

I found him crouched in a corner, madly shoving in his mouth before I could pry it from his slimy, chocolaty hands. But not before he'd managed to leave a trail of chocolate behind him. On the floor, the counter, the dishwasher, the refrigerator, his pants, and the list goes on. And all I can do is laugh (and grab the camera for a few pictures). Because someday, we will REALLY laugh. And if I can't laugh now I might just go crazy. So laugh I will.

But the face. Sigh. Gotta love the boy. Despite ... well, despite it all. :)