The Whipped Cream Incident...

This morning I made a fruit salad, and in true Minnesota fashion, that "fruit salad" recipe required whipped cream. Well, I thought it would be fun for Evan to get his first chance at licking the beaters. I grew up with a good cook for a mom, and she always let us kids lick the beaters.

If you'll notice, Evan has no pants on. He was busy in the living room while I was whipping the cream, and decided things were best done without his pants getting in the way.

Where's the good stuff, Mom? I'm all out! (He looks kind of crazed, doesn't he? I swear there was no sugar in the whipped cream!)

And now we know what Evan was doing in the living room while I was whipping the cream - getting into my purse (which I thought I left in the car last night, but apparently I was mistaken.) If you look closely, you can see the pair of pants he was wearing 2 minutes before this photo was taken. I have to laugh, or I'll cry...
Ahh, and here are the two snuggle-bunnies. Evan and Jonas are becoming better friends again. For the record, Jonas was on the couch first. Aren't they cute?

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!