Or “What happens when Dad is left in charge”
I came home from Relief Society Homemaking one night to this. Actually, when I walked in David was happy as a lark, playing on the counter with his mountain of cheese (leftover from our spaghetti dinner). The cries came when I startled him with my gasp of shock.
(And to his credit, Dad did change the diaper, knew David was happy in the kitchen, and was watching tv with a happy Weston!)
Poor David didn’t want to stay in bed, yet he knew he’d be in trouble if he came all the way down the stairs. So, we often would find him asleep on the landing. Isn’t this too cute? No wonder kids get away with so much.