Donovan's Wonder Blog

Mom got brave the other day and decided to let me make a mess. She put flour, colored sugar and water on my highchair together along with a few interestingly shaped kitchen gadgets and let me go nuts.

Now, when I find something new that has a hole in it, the first thing I do is check to see if it's a wind instrument.

Unfortunately this thing is not. Dad says it goes to the food processor.

That's okay. Anything that won't whistle can still be used as a percussion instrument. Actually things that do whistle can be used as percussion instruments, too. But that's how I broke my recorder - that's another story.

It was a lot of fun.

The best part was that it was all edible.


I got it all over.

Especially when I stuck my face in the bowl.


I couldn't believe Mom and Dad just stood by as I made such a mess of myself.


Well, they stood by with a camera and a few napkins, but otherwise, I had free reign.



Nothing makes a guy happier than being able to make a mess.


It's a good life.