This morning I dawdled a bit dressing for work, leaving Matthew ample time for mischief. I hustled into the silence, fully expecting him to be into the dishwasher -- but he wasn't. The dishwasher was still closed and Matthew was sliding innocently down the stairs to the basement.
With his salad tongs in his hands.
The ones that I put in the dishwasher last night.
What a sneaky peanut. :)
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