Travis feels like it's his privilege to climb on the counter and do whatever he wants. He's often getting into the cabinets or into the little storage drawers where Jake and I keep our keys and such. Well yesterday there were a few moments of quiet because he got into my purse. When I called him he came out to see me looking like this.
Isn't he looking fine? Let's just say that my lipstick has seen better days... it was a new tube that now looks like it's been half eaten. Oh well!