Caught Red Handed 3/26/10

Jim and I got caught.

But unfortunately our hands were not in the cookie jar.

They were on each other...

in the privacy of our bedroom...

so we thought.

We've learned now that our privacy is no more thanks to our three-year old.

What was fortunate is that it was not by total surprise.

We could hear the pitter patter of his size 7 feet coming down the hall, his blanket dragging behind him.

So we waited for his entrance and quietly asked him to go back to bed...

and he did...

without saying a word...

WHEW!