You see, I called
I mentioned how Little Fayoumis is seven and fairly self-sufficient in the kitchen in the mornings.
That was the problem, he said: the little one is a little too self-sufficient. And he proceeded to relate the tale -- milk, finding the (well-hidden and ordinarily not in his way) knives, opening the milk, cleaning up the milk with several towels, and in general being too cute for words and ... well ...
I probably haven't laughed so hard since something Shawn-related.