How much trouble can a two year old get into when left to his own devices for a few minutes? A lot. Perhaps I wasn't using my best judgment when I let Jack head downstairs ahead of me this morning, but I knew Jimmy would be down there within a couple of minutes so I decided a little more time in my cozy bed was worth the risk. So when Jimmy went down and then came right back up again asking me to guess what he'd found down there I can't say that I was surprised. I probably wouldn't have ever guessed except that right about that time Jack decided to come back for a little "duggle" and I both smelled and felt his slimy, greasy little hands that gave him away. Jimmy soon confirmed that he had, in fact, eaten a whole stick of butter. With a knife.

It probably could have been worse but it was still pretty gross joy...