Whiskey Tango Foxtrot - emphasis on the Whiskey

Hmm.


Wow. What an interesting picture. Pretty and yet, inexplicably festive. Why whatever could it be?


I'll tell you. It's a sink full of sprinkles.

Sprinkles?


Why yes. In fact, sprinkles that used to live in this tub by the squizzillion. They were the unfortunate victims of a mass eviction, as perpetrated by one of my children.


See? There they are, all the sad little sprinkle refugees. Tossed from their homes into an unfeeling world full of cold counters and...


...the very real chance that an embattled mother will throw up her hands, decide "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em," and allow the poor homeless sprinkles to be...



...devoured.




Dear gods, the humanity!! The cold-blooded creature has no feeling, no care for the hapless sprinkles clinging to the rim of his ravening maw!

*sob*

Alas! Good-bye cruel world! They shall sprinkle... no more.....

(Note: The child pictured above is not the perpetrator. The Evicter lost interest shortly after he finished the fun fun part of pouring the sprinkles out and watching them bounce and roll all over my kitchen.)