Wednesday, February 06, 2013

Up To No Good

Dear Jackson,

You have taken on the lovely habit recently of dropping your unwanted food on the floor. You know you're not supposed to. The other day your mischief reached a new level when you planned and schemed your food drop while attempting to fake me out. There you sat, staring in my eyes so intentionally while you did your work underneath. 




I sure do love you, little guy. 
Hoping and praying your attempts at working covertly don't improve with age.

Mommy

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