"Juice?"

Anxious to make dinner by myself without little helper hands, I sent Connor onto the patio to blow bubbles with his newly acquired bubble gun. I looked up every 30 seconds to a minute or so as he giggled with glee at all the bubbles. After a few minutes I saw him head to the corner of the patio, behind the large post. I glanced back down to continue working on dinner and when I didn't hear any sounds for nearly a full minute, I wandered to the patio to check on him. I called his name several times and there was no answer. I peered behind the post and didn't see him. So I peeked inside the bike stroller leaning against the fence and lo and behold what did I find? Connor, hiding like a wino with his paper bag, drinking bubble "juice" straight out of the container. Thank goodness they're non-toxic and how nice that in fear of him spilling, I only let the container remain barely filled. Good thing he's cute.