1. I took Mommy's left over Wendy's chocolate milkshake out of the trash can and tried to flush it down the toilet... There is still chocolate on the seat.
2. I opened the refrigerator, took out the pitcher of pink lemonade, and poured it on the carpet.
3. I stood outside the kitchen pouting because Mom would not let me crawl around on the vomit-covered floor (Well, it wasn't really vomit, but it smelled like it. A pipe under the sink burst and whatever had gone down the garbage disposal in the past who-knows-how-long came out all over the floor.)
But each time I had no idea I was doing something wrong, so when Mommy came running I was just gleaming with pride! She could not help but smile.

OOOOO! I am not supposed to be in this cabinet, am I?
Look, Daddy! You can take me as your carry-on!








































