I was cleaning up in the kitchen after lunch on Wednesday and I heard Niklaus down on the floor, below the breakfast bar, making a swooshing sound, out of my sight.
I asked him, "Niklaus, what are you doing down there?".
"Nothin'" He said, "I'm just makin' a 'food angel'.".
Obviously, I hadn't gotten to the sweeping part of the cleaning up process.
Kids are SO weird.
Well, MY kids are...And I think it may be genetic.
