We should've named him Dennis

 I was upstairs starting some laundry.  It was extremely quiet.  Usually not a good sign at my house. 

I don't know about you but when it is too quiet and you have little ones, someone is usually up to no good.   

I called down to Isabel and James to see what they were doing...no answer. 

Again, "what are you kids doing"?  No answer. 

I peeked down the stairs and...

this is what I saw



I said, "that better not be chocolate on my new couch!"  Isabel said she didn't know anything about it, yeah right. 

I couldn't find James. 

He was hiding. 

This is how I found the criminal. 

The little stinker!  Good thing he's so cute.   Good thing my couch is a slipcover that I washed and came out perfectly clean.  I still think we should've named him Dennis.