Yeah, my last hoo-rah.
(You're envious aren't you?)
Anyway, I was putting away some of the stuff on the counter in Wyatt's bathroom. When I openned the cabinet door I found this:
I don't get it. It's not like we don't feed him. My gosh, these kids are eating us out of house and home.
And this isn't the first time either.
But, as I understand it, his father used to do the same kind of thing.
I guess it makes it all okay then, since I can blame it on Dax. :0)