The Apple Thief

I was checking my e-mail and playing on the computer early yesterday morning when my “uh oh, it’s a little *too* quiet” radar went off.

I poked my nose into the kitchen, and found Lucas kneeling contentedly smack in the middle of the kitchen table, a half-eaten apple in his hand.

Makes a pretty good companion to the mischief in the pantry picture, don’t you think?

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