It’s been some time since the olive oil incident, and many months since the chai tea disaster. His hair was way shorter back then, and (one might argue), he was far younger and less capable of being held responsible for his crimes.
But the intervening months of crisis-free living had lulled us into a false sense of confidence. Surely he was older now, and wiser, and more restrained. Surely his judgment had improved considerably. Surely, he didn’t have to be watched at every moment.
Alas, we were wrong, and so another footstuff paid the price.
I walked into the kitchen and found this. At first, I didn’t know who to blame. The culprit was nowhere to be found.
But further investigation revealed that the little criminal was merely in hiding.
But the guilty conscience cannot stay concealed. August emerged and faced his crimes.
Really, he had no alternative. The evidence was ample.
The testimony of the victims was compelling.
I don’t remember at what age this terrorizing of kitchen cupboards ends. On one hand, I’m counting the days. But on the other, I know that part of me will mourn when age takes hold and we no longer find evidence of this early impishness.
No doubt it will be replaced by other kinds of destruction, likely less endearing and more difficult to sweep up.
He has no future in crime. And a pepper spill might have been what got him to the other side of the room and under the counter. Did you perchance hear sneezing?
Okay, save some of those now empty spice jars, add an empty bubble bath bottle or two, and a couple more containers with lids and, ideally, scents. Put them in a pretty basket and let Alden or Kato give August a lesson. This is a classic Montessori work.
Dr. Montessori said to observe the child and he will show you what he needs. Wasn’t she so smart?
Clare – yes, I believe one of the victims was a half jar of Cayenne pepper.
Holli – if “poultry seasoning” counts as a scent, well, all we need now is the pretty basket. Every mother likes to think that her child is super advanced, and I don’t like to brag, but I think we’ve got the proof right here.
And Oscar to help with it all!