Also, Caleb has taken to caring for his own needs lately (for better or for worse). While I was finishing getting ready one morning, Caleb came into the bathroom and asked me for some milk. I told him I'd be happy to get him some when I was finished getting ready in just a few minutes. This was, apparently, unsatisfactory for Caleb who took matters into his own hands. He opened the fridge and from the top shelf pulled out a completely full, brand new gallon of milk (is anyone else thinking of Bam Bam?). Trouble was, once he pulled it off the shelf, he couldn't hold it anymore and it fell to the ground creating waves of 1% milk through the kitchen.
I love the look on his face. "What?!"
After several towels, removal of the refrigerator, and hands on knees scrubbing, I think I finally got it all. What a stinker!
