A Matter of Minutes

That's all it took. I went into the bathroom, leaving Joseph and Julie playing happily on the floor while Melody sat at the table. I came out a few minutes later and this is what I saw:

Is your first thought the same as mine? "What? There's a baby on the table! Wait! How on earth did he get there?" With Grandma gone, there was nobody else strong enough to lift him up there. Oh, me of little imagination! Melody quickly filled me in on the goings on during my (very short) absence. My clever son went under the table, pulled Julie's booster seat off of her chair, used it as a step to hoist himself onto her regular chair, turned himself around and climbed right up on the table. So simple, right? And why stop there? Why not pluck every single napkin out of the holder and scatter the big box of crayons all about too? Such fun can not be kept to oneself either, so I'm sure you can imagine how many children I had on the table before all was said and done. I had to call an end to the festivities when one shall-remain-nameless little boy started trying to eat the salt shaker. Good times :-)