I woke up this morning feeling a little groggy. I stumbled out of bed and was trying to get my bearings straight when I looked over, noticed this and gasped:
scene of the crime:
my adrenaline surged and I was now wide awake. I did a quick survey of the damage and sniffed around for any evidence left behind. sure enough. there on the floor peeking out from underneath a crumpled wet wipe lay two bites of chewed up soggy waffle. in the perpetrators haste, he had forgotten to do a complete cover up. I recognized this handiwork like the back of my hand.
I dash out into the living room and scope out this scene: aha! the perp has gone back to steal a couple more bites of waffle and the victim is not impressed. she grabs hold of him in a daring act on the table top and I sweep in and make the arrest while the witness (eating cheerios) completely ignores the whole situation.
and so this is how the day goes...with Rowan leaving his "fingerprints" on everything. I think he lives by the motto "search and destroy".
he rarely lets me relax for more than about 2 or 3 minutes at a time as I'm constantly chasing after him in an attempt to ward off his next attack. but mostly I arrive a hair too late and the damage has already been done and he's already on to the next thing. *sigh* will he ever grow out of this? sometimes I wonder.
it's a good thing he's cute: