My Angel Boy, Brooks

This morning , I was in the living room on the phone with my mother. Brooks was in the kitchen and the longer I talked, the quieter he got. I realized something must be going on and called out, "Brooksie?" No answer, instead he came running to greet me prior to entering the kitchen. He kept pushing me back so that I wouldn't see what he'd been up to.

As soon as I stepped in the kitchen Brooks ran away faster than I could say, "an entire bag of marshmallows on the floor! How did this happen?" By now Brooks was nowhere to be found to answer my questions, so I did some investigating of my own. CSI has nothing on me. I grabbed my camera and was able to shoot one shot. It looked promising.





Those shoes look familiar, hmmmm. After getting the broom, I grabbed the camera again just in time...

AHA! The proof was in the pudding, or the marshmallows, if you will. And you will, of course!