Do you see this cheeseball? The one with the big eyes and the big cheesy smile and the, "what, who me?" look on his chubby little face? See those precious chinny chin chins and great big squishy cheeks?
This is what he did after I confiscated his Easter basket, twice, while I was trying to get ready to go out. In the time that I got one eyelid shadowed and mascaraed, he'd found the baking soda and proceeded to dust himself and the entire JUST MOPPED KITCHEN FLOOR with it.
Now see the guilty party's footprints? And THAT face, my friends, shows not one ounce of remorse. Not one ounce.
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