So, Dad and I are at Grandma's for the weekend. There was lots to eat.
Dad fixed one of these:
...and one of these:
I got some for dinner!
But I did kind of a bad thing! One of my favorite things to do is to help clean up the kitchen. Really, I clean the plates when they are put in that washing thingy. Well, last night I was being my usual helpful self when my collar got caught in the rack. I couldn't get it loose. I backed away and that rack thing pulled right out of the washy thing and hit the floor. It scared me! I started down the hall with it still hooked to me. I couldn't get it loose! There were broken dishes all over the place and I got yelled at.
I haven't been back in the kitchen since and I don't think I will help clean up the kitchen anymore!
You all have a great weekend!