No Way to Treat a Friend

My kids get a cute church

magazine called The Friend. 

This is what happens when you leave your Friend

in the bathroom with Jonah.

At this very moment, he has my electric toothbrush in his mouth. 

Yum.  Can't wait to use it again.

Yesterday, he pulled a poopy diaper off the counter

and spilled it's grass-green, marble-like contents on the floor.

Last night while I was silk painting, he grabbed my brush-rinsing cup

by the handle and dispersed it's colorful contents on the floor.

And earlier this week I walked into the kitchen to find him standing

 on the kitchen table like he was up on stage, joyously devouring a pear.

Babies rock.