Let them eat cake.

 

Last week, Eveley was busy doing her current favorite activity -- washing dishes.

 

Since she was entertained, I decided to run downstairs and change out the laundry. While I was pulling wet clothes from the washer, I caught a glimpse of Miss Eveley running past me. I assumed she had just decided to follow after me and was going to shift her attention to the downstairs set of toys. As I walked out of the laundry room, I saw her holding something large in her hand. It was unrecognizable.

 

"What do you have?" I asked her.

"Cake," she responded nonchalantly.

Cake indeed.

(I wonder where she got the idea that you could hide in the workout room beside the treadmill and eat cake????)