O Marshmallow, Marshmallow, ...

...wherefore art thou marshmallow? On the ceiling of course!

I woke up this morning and walked downstairs with Justin. I got all the boys some breakfast, straightened up a bit. Loaded the dishwasher. Checked e-mail. Then our cousin that I babysit part time arrived. I went to open the front door and something caught my eye. I looked up, and there it was. A marshmallow stuck to the ceiling!

I immediately turned to Sean. He is the marshmallow king. I didn't have to even open my mouth, the smile on his face and the big, wide open eyes said it all. He then said, "Sorry. The marshmallow was full of dog hair because I dropped it." I said, "Um, have you ever heard of a trash can?" He says, "Yes, Mom. But that is all the way in the kitchen. And I didn't want Justin to eat a hairy marshmallow, so-o-o-o, I had to put it where he couldn't reach it."

Well, there you have it! He left me speechless again, and lost marshmallow eating for a few days!