Late one night, Dylan the Dynamic Dark-hour Devourer left out a bag of Oreos, too tired to entertain any rational thought of putting them out of sight and reach of the two gremlins that live here. The next morning the house fell dangerously silent, causing Mom and Dad to rush through the house looking for the area of inevitable mischief.
Parents and sister all fell upon the crime scene, with Dad and Liv scrambling to get whatever remains of the cookies they could grasp. All the while, Gage sat completely dazed, stolidly pushing the cookies further into his cheeks.
Then Dylan decided to continue on the chocolate coma theme by setting Gage loose in the house with a beater full of brownie batter. Mind you, none of these actions are sanctioned by the Mom authority. We found him once again in the office, oblivious to everything but the chocolate going into his cavernous mouth.
Parents and sister all fell upon the crime scene, with Dad and Liv scrambling to get whatever remains of the cookies they could grasp. All the while, Gage sat completely dazed, stolidly pushing the cookies further into his cheeks.
Then Dylan decided to continue on the chocolate coma theme by setting Gage loose in the house with a beater full of brownie batter. Mind you, none of these actions are sanctioned by the Mom authority. We found him once again in the office, oblivious to everything but the chocolate going into his cavernous mouth.
4 comments:
Yeah! Way to go Gage! You've just begun a revolution against the horrible zucchini brownie lovers of the world.
Gage looks wired in that last picture. It cracks my up every time. I've come to your site like 5 times today just to laugh at him.
Gage and I have a lot in common. Mostly our love for eating in solitude. Next time I'm sitting on the floor in my Batman pajamas eating Oreos, no one will hear me say, even though I will say, "This one's for you, Gage. This one's for you."
You have awesome children! I love reading your blog.
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