Life is a Puzzle

It's late, it's the weekend. The Present ate a great dinner, but decided later he wanted a snack. I had fresh bagles in the house, so I asked him if he wanted one.

He did.

Not toasted, no peanut butter, just plain.

I cut it in half, and cut the halves into pieces. Then I put it into one of his bowls, and let him take it to the table to eat.

Can you guess what happened next?

Even though I tell him not to play with his food, he did it anyway...

When I looked over to the table, the bagle was put back together. Just like a puzzle. The Present was proud of himself, very proud.

Then he took a bite.

Life tastes good.