A Jar of Pickles

After church today, I was upstairs getting ready for work. Dane was also upstairs, as well as the two kids. Or so we thought. Ty had snuck downstairs and we didn't realize it until we heard him walking upstairs. We heard him almost get all the way upstairs, and then we heard a bang, bang, crash! What on Earth could that be?! We quickly rushed to look down the stairs and saw that Ty had been carrying up a jar of pickles for us to open and somehow lost his grip. He was, needless to say, distraught. This boy loves pickles, as does Libby. He promptly ran to his bed and cried. Dane and I cleaned up the mess of pickles, pickle juice and glass from off of the stairs, and then we all got out the door to take me to work. It's just too funny that of all the things that he wanted to sneak upstairs...pickles was his choice!