Busted!

I remember my mom telling about my brother getting really, really, really quiet once, and when she returned to the dining room, he was artfully using his spoon to fling Jello onto the ceiling. Way to go!

So here I am, upstairs putting the laundry away, and suddenly I realized it had gotten really, really, really quiet downstairs. That much quiet and one little boy can only mean one thing - Trouble.

However, I, grinning like an idiot, am armed with my new Nikon digital camera, and I am going get photographic proof of whatever he is doing.

I snuck down my stairs, camera poised, and CAUGHT HIM IN THE ACT:

Chicka Chicka Boom Boom. I just love my kid.