saturday morning surprise

I woke to the sounds of my youngest doing something downstairs, not sure what, it's never good. Someday I'd love to go downstairs and catch him balancing the checkbook or cleaning out the fruit drawer of the fridge, but not yet, and not this time. Go down to investigate and there he is putting goldfish crackers in the fish tank. I guess that makes sense in several ways, fish probably like smaller fish made of bread. so I couldn't be that angry, even though the wife told him to stop putting food in the fish tank yesterday. It's hard to get mad at the best looking, smartest two year old on earth.