Boys will be Boys

Because I am a good wife (*ahem) I made Blueberry Buttermilk Scones for J last night. The glaze that you drizzle on top of the hot scones is made up of the following:

(1) Powdered Sugar
(2) Heavy Cream

So, not the healthiest by any means, but its sooooo good. I mixed the glaze together in a small glass bowl. While we were eating our scones out on the front porch, F made it back inside, grabbed the computer chair, slid on up to the counter, grabbed the bowl and started to drink the glaze. This is the result:

It was one serious milk mustache.

On another just-as-weird note, there is this huge tree out front that drops those helicopter things. Subsequently, they are tracked into the house constantly. My poor vacuum can barely keep up. Anyway, F found a couple of them and J turned them into bug-rhino-something horns. They are both weird.