Snack Attack

As we were getting ready this morning, it became eerily quiet. I noticed the pole walking around smiling. I asked him what was in his mouth, and he had the nerve to giggle and keep walking. I asked him again, and he started to run. In a split second I had my finger hooked in his mouth, pulling out a......

Frito?

Steve was snacking on frito's last night, and I guess one fell on the floor under the counter. I have no idea how the pole sniffed it out before Ursa.

What a strange kid.