Breakfast deception

We should consider renaming this blog "Afton's Exploits".

I woke up this morning and heard 'odd' sounds coming from downstairs. I went downstairs to find Little Einsteins playing on the computer, but no Afton watching it. Then I heard more sounds coming from the kitchen. I walked around the corne, and saw her stuffing something into the niche beneath the island, where the vent and power outlet are. She turned around, saw me, jumped in surprise, put her back to the niche, and put her hands out to block my view.

"Afton, what did you put under there?"

"I'm sorry."


It was the 1 gallon bucket of ice cream we had in the freezer. The one that she can get out on her own, but can't put back in.

Tracy and I had to explain that we don't eat ice cream for breakfast.