Around here we jokingly refer to our youngest as “a terrorist.” There’s pretty much nothing safe when she’s around. As I type, her brothers and sister are scouring the house searching for a little turtle that she’s been accused of either losing or maybe even flushing! Just a little while ago, I went out to the van and found this scene. It was a color explosion!
Apparently when I got home yesterday and was unloading, she climbed in. I knew this. But she must have found the box of Nerds (obviously), dumped and ate some, and then climbed back into the back seat where I found her and brought her inside when I finished unloading. The “terrorist” strikes again.
Oh well, that was a whole lot easier to clean up than the liter-sized cup of Dr. Pepper that fell out of the refrigerator and sprayed ALL OVER EVERYTHING this morning. But at least the fridge, floor, cabinets and Lora are super-duper clean now!