Sometimes when Erica pours a bowl of cereal and turns around to grab the milk, I move her bowl to a completely different place to see if she’ll notice. Or sometimes I hide it. Or sometimes I hide something in it like a pen or some rat poison. I like to think I’m sneaky with those sorts of things. (and yes, I’m kidding about the rat poison.)
Yesterday I had an idea. I could show you all just how sneaky I can be. Didn’t quite go down as planned.