Little Pudding Man

All was quiet one afternoon a couple of weeks ago.  I was working away in the office.  I am so happy that I am almost through with all my tax stuff and reports for this agency or that.  I am so sick of deadlines.  Anyway, I thought, “Ian sure is playing well.”  Usually he’s right at my feet begging to be held.  It was almost time to go pick up Avery at school.  So, into the kitchen I went, and found this little man!

Pudding was everywhere.  Ian was covered from head to toe.  I scared him with my reaction—he started crying.  At first I didn’t know what it was—I forgot that Sterling had pudding for lunch that he left on the table.

So, he ended up in the tub, and we were a little late picking up Avery.