Playtime

After a considerable time out, consigned to the toy box, the piglets are back in play.  Waldo has gone missing...again.  I've been finding the black-and-whites in the trash basket, the bathroom sink, the bookcase, and they litter the house.  The other morning while the only light in the bedroom was from the computer, I cautiously picked up what could have been a lump of cat barf on the bed that turned out to be another piglet.  Today I fished one out of the toilet (another reason to always flush last and always look first).  Celeste seems intent on proving that, indeed, pigs can fly.