This is what happens when I turn my back for one second as I'm getting dinner on the table. Ketchup on my salad. At least its neatly in one pile to the side. Thank you Ethan.
Do you know what my most dreaded words are lately? "Help Momma" uttered by Ethan accompanied by the sound of a kitchen chair being pushed across the kitchen floor to the counter where I am working. He's quick too. He can put anything within reach into the microwave and turn it on-always for a very, very long time, in the blink of an eye.
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