Thursday, March 09, 2006

Someday our prince will come...

Until our little prince arrives, however, we have to rely on Barky to run our house. Or ruin our house, whichever comes first.

So, figured out what this is yet? It's a waffle iron, of course. You know, that one that I wrote about neutering so it wouldn't agitate Barky. The one part that I left out of that story was that while we were eating our waffles, guess who showed up at the table with dried sourdough drizzles on his forehead, ears, and snout? It wasn't me or Mama.

He had found that some batter ran out of the waffle iron, off the counter, and onto the floor and so set about cleaning that up for us. 'Cause he's helpful like that. Only he didn't take into account the batter that was still dripping off of the counter, hence the batter stripes.

Today, it appears that he discovered that we left the waffle iron too close to the edge of the counter, and that it still had some dried batter on it. To help us clean that up, he pulled it off the counter and dragged it into the living room, where I took this picture.

'Cause he's helpful like that.

I can't wait to find out how helpful Baby Boy Bradstein will be.

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