Sunday, July 9, 2006

This one goes to eleven!

I don't like to post more than once per day, but this one is too good to pass up, even without photographic corroboration.

Thing 4 had just wandered out into the kitchen and I was listening and wondering what those noises were. Dishwasher was shut, so she wasn't heaving knives out of the silverware basket. . . what was it?

When it became too much to bear, I investigated.

Oh.

She was standing on the tall, three-stepped stepstool, hanging onto the open shelves, and carefully, very carefully, taking whole wheat fettucini noodles, one at a time, from their open package and dropping them to the floor.

11 comments:

sewingsuzee said...

Oh my.

But I have to say it does sound like a fun and challenging activity to me, even in my dotage.

Get that camera fixed!

jen said...

I wish I could get away with stuff like that! I can't wait to see your knitting...

BeanMama said...

*chortle*

Rain said...

Lol, she sounds like a right character.

bfmomma said...

awww.... so that's what a fourth child is like, huh? cuuuuute! :) tee hee...

allisonmariecat said...

I wonder where she got that idea? "Hmmm...I'm bored. Let's drop noodles on the floor!" That's too funny.

Samantha said...

LOL!! My daughter, who is three, discovered that she could climb the shelves in the pantry to get the cookies.

amy said...

woot! I shouldn't be cheering, but I'm so glad to be reading posts on your blog that I could have written myself in the past year. May we share more like this... with no injuries or sharpie content.

meredith said...

oh my! thank you so much for making me laugh! it seems our one-plus year olds have similar interests: what's on the shelves up there!?
things here are very heavy - i needed the laugh from your post. thanks

K said...

OMG! What a crackup! I understand I carefully dropped pebbles down the exhaust pipe of my granpa's tractor at an early age, so it must be something in little human genes! LOL

K said...

OMG! What a crackup! I understand I carefully dropped pebbles down the exhaust pipe of my granpa's tractor at an early age, so it must be something in little human genes! LOL