Dino-Bites

I was downstairs helping Devon open his chalk gift for getting his tonsils out (this was Tuesday or Wednesday), and I sent him upstairs to get some scissors.  He wasn’t talking at this point.  He came down, very solemn faced, and motioned for me to come with him and pointed upstairs.  I said, “You need me upstairs?”  He shook  his head yes.  I said, “Did Bailey do something.”  He shook is head more enthusiastically yes, and pointed frantically upstairs.  I said, “Something she shouldn’t have done.”  Vigorous head shaking yes at this point and standing up, pointing upstairs.  I go up there and find this:       Seriously, it was the HUGE malt-o-meal bag and the entire thing was emptied.  This picture does not do it justice.  The good news?  It made Devon smile, which he hadn’t done much of after his surgery:).