Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Self-incrimination

This is a picture of what the diaper section of our changing table is supposed to look like:

Here is a picture of what the diaper section of our changing table is not supposed to look like, along with a small culprit we suspect to be responsible for the damage. Keep in mind, this was merely his reaction to being caught in the act. Not even reprimanded, just caught. Poor little guilt-ridden fella, I suppose his remorse was too overwhelming for him to handle:

7 comments:

Krista said...

Hahaha!! That is priceless, Steph!

thecolonelswife said...

I think there is enough supporting evidence to convict him!

Shelley Roberts said...

Remember, innocent until proven guilty but I think Garfield may want to consider finding a good defense attorney! Too cute!!! :)

Hofwoman said...

hilarious - is he wailing in repentant remorse or is that just giddy evil laughter for the being an evil baby? ;)

Kim said...

LOL! I guess the guilty conscience was to much for him. Or perhaps is he upset that mommy's presence means the end of his little game?

Chelsea said...

That....is....hysterical!
Consider it joy that he can feel guilt and remorse. It'll come in handy later when bigger issues arise.
My kids still like to sort the Pampers by type. A stack of Elmos, a pile of Big Birds, etc. OCD much?

Anonymous said...

Well, I hate to spoil the party here, but you're all wrong.

Wha' ya' dunna know is that the picture shows, clear as day, Gar-Field Three, givin' the blood-curdlin' yell of The Ranfurly Shield!

Tha wee lad was tryin' to invoke fear in his enemies, with the yell! (If ya' had taken the next photo, ya'd have caught him doin' his Gar-Field Three Haka Stomp. Fearsome lad.)

Want to see a decent Haka? Go to the website of the NZ All Blacks rugby team:

http://www.nzallblacks.net/videos.asp

Those New Zealanders are a wee bit wimpy compared to Scots Highlanders, but not bad fer all that.

The diapers, by the by, were for his enemies. They need 'em; they're English.

Ach...but what would a gaggle of lasses know, anyway...