Uh oh! Oh no! Oh crap!

Yes, that is an almost full 42 oz box of oatmeal that *someone* has emptied into my sink. And yes, that certain someone is standing on a chair, naked as the day he was born, in front of the sink. Yes, said carton of oatmeal was previously on the top shelf in the cupboard on the other side of the kitchen. No, I don't particularly want to know how it got from point A to point B.

Grant's reaction when I walked over and saw what he'd done was to say "Uh oh! Oh no! Oh CRAP!". Apparently the time has come for me to 1) pay more attention to what Grant is doing when I'm taking care of Josie and 2) pay more attention to what I say when he still manages to do stuff like this.

I'm actually kind of grateful for Grant's little experiments today (I won't even get into what he was doing with his blocks earlier). He keeps my mind off of less pleasant things. Things like the fact that my mother is very sick and won't be with us much longer. Thank you Grant, for reminding me that life goes on and making me smile.