Today, I called in sick to work, because, well, I was sick. The dogs slept with me most of it, and on an occasion or two, the cats joined us without too much commotion. For the last part of it from about 3-5:30 when Jason got home, it was just me and Lucy chilling in bed. When Jason walked in the door, I started boasting about how good the kids had been all day, and how sweet Lucy was being. She brought me her Kong, a loofah dog, and her Man, which is basically like her baby blanket, we don't ever leave home without it, and she laid them all in bed with me. That's when we noticed it... lying on the floor... mostly gone... a banana. Attached to this severely bruised banana was a partial stem and a little bit of skin from a banana that was previously there. The blame pretty much went to Lucy right away, because honestly, she's the problem child... until we saw Landon go back to the scene of the crime, and try to finish his clean up! When we adopted Landon, they told us he liked fruit, especially bananas, I had no idea that he liked them enough to jump up to a table (he rarely even begs for food, and if he does it's from a distance away) and take a bundle of bananas (luckily I ate one for breakfast so there were only two) and eat the whole thing... skin and all. He hasn't come up sick, so that's a good thing, but it is kind of funny (although frustrating because we keep getting reassured that we can't leave them alone.)
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