We've always called Bryan "our little monkey," and he really is. This kid LOVES to make a mess. If it's in a cup, bowl or any container, then to his mind, it belongs on the floor. He also can NOT stand a diaper. (I'm in the midst of the potty training nightmare now.) Anyway, I left the room for just a minute and when I came back in there was this OVERWHELMING smell of garlic. Like, hit-you-in-the-face-make-your-eyes-water smell! It was awful! I turned the corner and was my little cheeky monkey in the midst of emptying the pantry of all it's contents sans diaper. Apparently, the garlic powder was the first of the dumped contents. I think the smell was a bit too much for him because I know that it slowed him down a bit. Maybe he has aspirations of being the next Naked Chef. Hmmmm.
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