…why I should really go with my instincts and put door locks on every door in the kitchen. And not leave one unlocked just because Piper can “help” get her own bibs for meals (which, ironically, she very seldom uses in the first place, but that’s besides the point…)
Apparently it tastes just as good raw. Off the floor.
You can imagine the fun in clean-up when the dogs decided to help, too. God-awful sticky mess doesn’t begin to describe the chaos.
…and THIS face explains why we could laugh it off (and laugh we did). Man, that face is dangerous.