If you don't give them guns, they will make their own out of Pop Tarts!

This morning, I woke up to Aaron gasping and Ashton standing at the end of our bed. Ashton was covered in a dark brown substance. Since there is a stomach virus traveling through little bodies in our house at the moment, Aaron and I both assumed the dark brown substance was proof that the virus had made it's way through Ashton and onto his pajamas. What a way to wake up!

However, after further inspection, we found that what actually happened was Ashton woke up...walked through the living room (like usual) on his way to our bedroom to tell us good morning...and found something not usual sitting on the coffee table...an entire box of chocolates.

He helped himself.

Aaron got on to him for getting into the chocolates.

I hugged Ashton, extremely relieved that the substance on his shirt was chocolate instead of poo...I've never been more happy to clean Whitman's Sampler off a child!

I asked Ashton what his favorite part of the circus was and he said in his wee-tiny, super cute voice, "Fireworks."