The Pumpkin Pie Caper

I was briefly detained in the loo yesterday morning when I hear the rapid pitter-patter of little feet dashing down the hall. This certainly wasn't the sound of random play, but rather that of urgent determination. Trevon definitely had something on his mind and was taking advantage of my momentary distraction almost as if he had been waiting all morning just for this very moment of opportunity. It wasn't but a moment later that I flew into the kitchen and was greeted by this . . .


Trevon massacring the last piece of Thanksgiving pie. Do you see the look of guilt?


This look quickly faded into joy


Which then turned to sheer exhilaration


And then became simple pleasure


Before ultimately claiming victory!