Flowercide

The setup: we were eating dinner yesterday and the B was sitting with us in her Bumbo seat. She was, we thought, far enough away from anything on the table she could grab.

About halfway through dinner, she reached behind herself, reached much further than I thought she could at a much more severe angle than I would have thought possible, and grabbed a fitsful of pink petals that were on the closest flower to her in the centerpiece. This is my plate, after I grabbed them away from her and started laughing at how pleased she looked with herself.


This is the little larcener, surveying the damage she'd caused. See that poor dark pink flower in the background? It's missing about 75% of its petals.

It took us forever to stop laughing.