Check, please.
This morning Dylan wanted a nice, cold glass of milk when he woke up. Milk and water are all he drinks at home. Juice, soda, and alcohol are for special occassions.
So I poured some milk into a plastic cup. Yes, a PLASTIC CUP. They were leftover from the party, and I didn't feel like doing any more dishes than I had to this morning. I placed the cup on the counter where Dylan could reach it, but Jordan couldn't.
As I turned around to tell Dylan to be careful not to spill it, I heard the distinct sound of fluid hitting my clean kitchen floor.
The milk? Nope. Jordan took off his diaper and thought it would be great fun to pee all over his foot, my floor, MY foot, the chair leg, and anything else that was around him.
As I launched my arm as fast as I could to grab the paper towels, I spilled Dylan's milk from the counter, and watched as it poured all over Jordan and his mess.
So I poured some milk into a plastic cup. Yes, a PLASTIC CUP. They were leftover from the party, and I didn't feel like doing any more dishes than I had to this morning. I placed the cup on the counter where Dylan could reach it, but Jordan couldn't.
As I turned around to tell Dylan to be careful not to spill it, I heard the distinct sound of fluid hitting my clean kitchen floor.
The milk? Nope. Jordan took off his diaper and thought it would be great fun to pee all over his foot, my floor, MY foot, the chair leg, and anything else that was around him.
As I launched my arm as fast as I could to grab the paper towels, I spilled Dylan's milk from the counter, and watched as it poured all over Jordan and his mess.
posted by Sarah at
Thursday, December 01, 2005
1 Comments:
Well, now that'll learn ya not to start the cleanup before one's done peeing! :^)
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