I was unner dare

In my own house. I was unner 8000 blocks, 600 pieces of crayon, 58 pictures of trains and a fountain of chocolate milk courtesy of JT while I sorted the "trash" and "keep" piles of half eaten books and ripped pictures which he thought was the funniest thing in the world.

I pretended the 3 Tyson chicken nuggets and plate of pineapple was some sort of noodley pasta concoction but it didn't come close. Neither did my desire to cook anything else so I ate JT's supper.

My meager offering