Our beloved niece and nephew have been spending their Thanksgiving break with us.

This morning, as I stumbled about in the kitchen in an effort to rustle up breakfast for our Midget Militia, I opened the freezer attached to the frig.  Out popped a can of Dr Pepper which our 5-year-old had stashed in there last night and forgotten about.  The frozen Dr Pepper exploded all over the kitchen floor.

The Midget Militia stood on the outskirts of the linoleum, mouths gaping.  Our 2-year-old said all that needed to be said when she commented:

“IT.  LOOKS.  LIKE.  A.  PIG.  POOPED.  IN.  OUR.  HOUSE.”

Off to a great start!