A Daniel Snack

Today I was downstairs transferring laundry from the washer to the dryer for a few minutes. When I came back upstairs it was quiet. Uh-oh. I called for Daniel and asked where he was. He replied he was in the living room. I came around the corner and found this.


He told me he was having a snack. Oh my. I asked him to walk to the bathroom with his hands up in the air and not touch anything. After cleaning him off with dish soap to cut the greasiness, I explained that eating peanut butter for a snack was okay, as long as he used a spoon. Of course, it would be best if I helped and he sat at the kitchen table too.