Mom and Dad often wonder why I insist on examining (I'm sure others would call it "messing up") everything I see. Here's why: over the weekend I was snooping around and came across this cardboard box on the front porch. I opened it up and voila...
Pots and pans for me to play with!
And look at myself in. And munch on. And bang on (hope you guys have earplugs!). Let that serve as a lesson to everyone: you never know what goodies you'll unearth, so it's best to (literally) leave no stone unturned.
