oh boy...

A few months ago my mom brought up a bunch of food and stuff for us.  I had put away all the things I THOUGHT Edgar could get into.  I was on the computer and the boy was playing quietly.  That should have been a red flag to me, but I was enjoying that moment of peace and mischief happens so suddenly.   Gus was the one who tipped me off with his sticky smacking.  I looked over and there was Edgar, fist deep in a jar of jam.  He was Pooh-Bearing it up with Gus licking the drips from his elbow.  He figured he was probably going to be in trouble so he abandoned the jar, pushed himself up, and made a run for it.  He slimed the couch and the floor pretty well.  I threw him in the tub and hurried and wiped up the mess.  I didn't know how long he would be happy playing in the tub with no water, so I was hurrying.  I bathed the boy and didn't think anything more of it. 

A couple weeks later I noticed a new spot on the floor.  It was getting blacker every day!  It wasn't until I got down on the floor to clean it that I saw what it was: two perfect jammy spots, in the shape of tiny hands.  I guess next time I will have to be more vigilant in my mess management.