I took a shower yesterday. I know, right? It’s about time. But aren’t you proud of me? That makes 2 this week. It also means the Minion was unattended for approximately 20 minutes. Technically he was supposed to be watching TV in bed with his sleeping Daddy.
Note to self: sleeping parents do not make good baby-sitters.
When I got out of the shower I found this:
Exactly how I found them arranged on the table.
Now, originally I was going to post just this picture. Because, in and of itself, it tickles me that he took a bite out of each donut and then arranged them on the table. Of course, the big boys won’t be happy to find out there’s no donuts for breakfast, but for Zachary, this is a relatively minor infraction.
But then, after I put the donuts back in the box, I noticed this:
Do you see what he really did?
The amount that he ate from each donut, is relatively accurate to the picture on the side of the box. Did he think they needed to be eaten that way? Is he the one that received my artistic genes and he’s creating his first still-life? It’s sorta like an installation piece, 3-dimensional edible art.
Now you know, I don’t call him Rain-Man for nothing.
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