The little things

The other day, I was downstairs taking care of laundry and Tink came with me. When we were on our way back upstairs, I heard him open the freezer door, he think he needs ice pops all the time. I told him to close and assumed that he did. Guess I shouldn't assume anything when it comes to my boys. I went downstairs later on in the day to my freezer wide open and food thawing and a huge puddle on the floor. Needless to say at the time, I was not happy. However, now looking back on it, it is a little funny. Since we are moving, I now have less food to move than before, so that is nice.

This morning as I'm sitting her typing and trying to wake up, Tink is sitting on the train table playing trains. He's such a sweet little boy at times.