So, I'm thinkin' that maybe Wyatt has been reading my blog. This morning he broke my favorite wooden spoon. I am not really sure how he broke it exactly. He tends to play with this spoon a lot (he likes to "cook"). This morning I heard him banging on something in the kitchen and then a loud sorta snap. I thought he had broken a dish (he gets stuff out of the dish washer(I do not allow him, but he still does it)) until he walked out of the kitchen wide eyed and holding just the handle of my favorite spoon.
He can act like it was an accident all he wants. I'm pretty sure he knew what was coming his way and figured he would put an end to that kind of thinking in his house.
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