The other day Benson and Maxwell went missing.
After a quick search of the house I found them hiding in the food storage closet,
chowing down on chocolate chips, which were spilled all over the floor around them.
"Benson spilled them!" Maxwell quickly reported.
"Did you open them?" I asked him.
"Benson spilled them!" he said again, insistently.
"But did you open them?"
"Yes, and then Benson spilled them," he finally admitted.
Nothing like a little teamwork.
A few days later Maxwell set his yogurt down where Benson could get it.
Unbeknownst to me, in the few minutes of quiet as I put groceries away,
Benson was happily eating Maxwell's yogurt, then spilled it and smeared it all over the floor,
then stepped and sat in it,
then walked through the house leaving little yogurt-prints all over.
I picked him up to wash him off without realizing his backside was covered in yogurt, too,
so I ended up with a lovely yogurt covering as well.
I walked over to Maxwell's tricycle, which had migrated inside and was surrounded by yogurt.
Once again, nothing like a little teamwork.
I have a feeling these two are going to give me a lot of adventures as they grow.