Sipping Afternoon OJ.
“Don’t Look At Me Like That. I Will Eat The Wall.”
“No Wall Protection Will Stop The Beak.”
What Can I Break?
Wine Rack Or Roost?
Unpacking Mommy’s Shopping.
Stealing Snow Peas.
Grog For Oscar-Wood.
Don’t You Dare Move Me.
What Can I Evict Next? (Oscar-Wood loves nudging dishes and cups off the countertop and watching them crash.)
Mommy Won’t Find Me Here In The Pantry.
P.S.: Believe it or not, the rest of the home is tastefully appointed. The kitchen, however, is Oscar-Wood’s turf; he does the “renovations” there. A design solution that combines Oscar-Wood’s tastes and ours is bound to present itself one day.