Came home today to a house smelling of pickles. My infant son had thrown down a jar of pickles. A jar my other son had left out. There was pickle juice every where. I have to look online to see how to get pickle juice out of carpet. It’s a good thing I love the smell of pickles. Out of all my kids my youngest son is a brute. He gets into everything. He loves to throw stuff on the ground. Then spread it all out the place. I love the little guy though. When I get home he follows me around with the biggest smile on his face. He is so happy to see me. Remember to draw love every day.