Straw Bandit

He waits for the moment.

He watches one of his brothers walk over to the refrigerator and open the door.

As they make their selection, he slides between them and the door, making it impossible to close.

They skip off, unconcerned with wasting electricity or what their little brother may get into.

He does the same thing every time he gets the chance to "play" in the fridge.

Pull the juice boxes out of the door, remove the straw, toss both on the floor and grab another juice. 

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat.

This is why no juice boxes in our house have straws attached.

They have all been retrieved from the floor and placed in the silverware drawers.

Drinking juice boxes around here is a two step process...grab a drink first, find a straw next.

Thanks to my busy, busy baby.

On a side note, this is what my sweetie's hair looks like in the morning.

It is a work of "bed head" art.

And it doesn't come easy.

It takes just the right amount of sweat and floundering around on a pillow for 10-12 hours to achieve this look.

Bead head at it's finest.