It was a beautiful evening in our family room. We were all winding down from a lovely summer day. Danny was sitting on the couch reading to Pookie and G both on his lap.
I was nursing Ham while crocheting a leper bandage and reading the base newspaper.
Bun was quietly walking around picking up toys and playing with them and then putting them away. or so we thought.
Nothing could emphasize the minute size of my kitchen like a gallon of distilled white vinegar all over the floor and a gleeful Bun dancing and splashing about in it-- as if it were irrigation water. Apparently one gallon equals one inch deep in our kitchen. Now our house smells like we've been dying Easter eggs and Danny's hands and feet are all pickled.