Five Minutes Ago
Hmm. I wonder where Adrian got to. It’s awfully quiet.
Oh, there you are. Say, watcha got there?
You. Yes you. Hey. You.
You’re so busted.
His defense? “But I, but I , but I wanted to eat ice cream!”
Sneaky, but honest. His sister would have blamed it on the fridge somehow.
(Yes, of course I grabbed my camera, immediately. Blog fodder like this doesn’t come along every day, you know.)
7 thoughts on “There has never been a more red-handed busting of a tiny criminal in the history of tiny criminals.”
Adrian was first on my list as being a heist buddy. Now? Not so much. Clearly. Guess I’ll go with Plan B and ask to use him and his adorableness as distraction while I alone carry out the heist by myself. Thanks a lot, Adrian. Hope you can drive a get-away car.
Did I make it clear enough I was a lone wolf in this fictional escapade?
He can drive a get-away car. Just don’t ask him to pedal the get-away bike.
The last photo is the best….mouth open in dismay but his hand still in the ice cream box.
I have a similar hiding place. No, not really (almost!) So cute ;)
Awesome! And I could SO see Erin blaming it on the fridge and possibly you for letting the fridge give it to her :)!
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