We Interupt This Break with A Dirty Story

I'm half-way through my self-imposed two-week break, and I'm starting to get the shakes.

So I'm just popping in to get a quick hit share this story.

Last Friday, after a massive run to the grocery store, I stationed Teyla in the kitchen next to some toys so I could run down to the garage and load up with more bags than a bag lady at a Kroger convention.

(I just made that up off the top of my head. Could you tell?)

I returned to the kitchen, nigh 15 seconds later, to find my baby thusly.

Please note: That is not chocolate ringing her rosebud lips.

Are the troubling toddler years coming on faster than usual, or is it me?