A few days ago, we had a disaster in the kitchen. I was hurrying to make M a bottle. He was not a happy camper at that moment. He was most especially not happy that I had the audacity to set him down to make the baba. So I was really rushing to get that bottle made as soon as possible. In my rush, I set the bottle too close to the edge of the counter, without the lid on.
You can see what happened. Well, kind of. What is NOT pictured is M covered head to toe in formula. BUUUT… you can see exactly where he was sitting. There is a dry spot in the exact shape of his chubby thighs.
I scooped M up, feeling really terrible for getting him all wet and sticky. We looked at each other in shock and then both started giggling. Until M remembered that he was soaked to the diaper, and he burst into tears again.
Nothing a little bubble bath couldn’t fix.
All smiles again in no time.
But even though I’ve mopped about four times since then, our floor’s still a wee bit sticky.
There's not much worse or harder to clean than spilled milk. Vestiges of it seem to linger for years.
ReplyDeleteI love the outline of his little self on the floor. So adorable.
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