I got him a bowl of Cap'N Crunch, set it on the counter and went outside to get the paper. When I came back, he was sitting on the floor surrounded by the Cap'N's goods, partaking in the golden nuggets of morningtime perfections, saying "eat." At his side was a telltale mop that he'd pulled out of the closet and used to knock down his target.
I imagine if MacGuyver's dad had a blog he would have written a similar post.
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