First of all, Petal has a bad habit of jumping up onto the kitchen table. Rotten, I know. She mostly does it for attention and just stands there waiting for me to come and tell her to get down. If I ignore her, she’ll eventually get down on her own and leave the kitchen, looking all dejected and unloved as she flops down on the floor. That’s what she does… unless there is half a watermelon on the table.
Which brings me to my second point: I did not leave the watermelon out.
But I did hear someone happily munching on it and then realized that Petal wasn’t in sight because she was busy doing this…
And yes, yes I did go and get my camera before I told her to get down.
“Look, they even left a spoon in here for me. How thoughtful! Wish they would’ve remembered I don’t have opposable thumbs though… “
I don’t know what it was about April 30th, but that was the day of great mischief!
Now let’s hope that my family doesn’t see this blog post. Because questions like, “Isn’t that the watermelon I ate later that evening, Marquie?” might arise.