Speedy Gonzales

After supper last night, I wandered out to the living room to collapse on the couch while Busy Boy stayed in the kitchen. Tim went to check on him after hearing a spoon clink, and removed the whipped cream from his reach, minus a few tasty spoonfuls. A suspicious silence followed, and I headed out there myself, only to meet him speeding out busily; often you can tell the industriousness of his alone time by the speed of his exit...sure enough, the entire new bottle of ranch dressing was neatly emptied into a bowl on the table. That child sure gets things done.