As I walked through my kitchen today, I noticed a red lid lying on the floor. I picked it up to investigate it's source and realized it was from the raisin box I had bought last week for Gunny. He loves raisins and I relish the fact that he considers these little wingless flies to be as good as candy. It's a win-win for both mommy and son.

As I continued my adventure through the kitchen, I called out to Gunny asking him where the raisin container was at. His reply was a shoulder shrug and a, "I dunno, Momma."

As I walked into the livingroom, I found the raisins.

Besides the little bits of wood he had collected, raisins evidently make the best life-size boulders for monster trucks and heavy equipment. I'm going to let him play for awhile, but then back into the container they go; cat hair, dirt, and wood debris included. It's extra protein, right?