coming clean

We're taking this cleaning-up-after-ourselves thing to a whole new level. Wyn and I actually fought over who got to wipe the table with the wet paper towel until Mom went to the sink and made another one. But the best part of my busboy impersonation was yet to come:


Mmmmm, tasty.

(And if that's not enough for you, click here for a bonus plate-licking image.)