Well, last night, we were getting ready to all sit down once again. I never did do the water thing and I got them each a cup of milk to have with dinner. I filled McKenna's cup extra full because she always drinks hers and wants more. I set the cups down and walked away to get their plates. Then, I heard the noise. But this time it was a louder noise. It was the sound of the cup flying across the room and landing on the floor. I looked up expecting it to be Kambry's cup. NOPE! It was Kenna's overly full cup of milk that had flown across the room and Kambry was the innocent target. As I look at Kambry she has a look of confusion, and surprise, and shock all in one. As the milk is dripping off her hair and covering her face and clothes she is trying to breath without drowning in the flow of an entire cup of milk spilled on her. I quickly took her to my bathroom, got her cleaned up and in some dry clothes. When I came back to the table, Kenna was in time out. She wasn't paying attention and flung her arm around and that's how she spilled the milk. My husband and I cleaned up as best we could. I once again had to mop the floor. Did I mention how much I hate to mop? We reheated our food and sat down and had a wonderful dinner. Looking at Kambry and seeing her matted hair with dried milk in it just made me laugh. After all, it's just a little spilled milk!
6 comments:
That was a cute story, I know it was terrible at the time, but you know accidents do happen. Just think how clean your floor must be now with mopping it two days in a row!
Adorable! Sorry about the floor, though. I am right there with you on the mopping thing! And with a seventeen month old, I have to sweep a mountain of food crumbs after every meal. I think that is my most hated "job". But thank God that we have children to clean up from - that's what I have to remind myself, anyway! {grin}
This is a cute story despite the extra stress and mopping! It reminds me off this book I used to read when I was little called its only spilled milk, have you read it?
I am sorry, I am laughing. Actually though, had this happened at my house, I would not have been laughing. But your right...it is just spilled milk. Something I need to remember!!
I could almost guarantee that whenever I (rarely) mopped my kitchen floor, my son would that very day have an apple juice spill. I also hate to mop floors.
You sound like a very patient momma, Lindsay. : - )
oh man!! I am really not looking forward to cleaning up spilled drinks. I hate to mop as well!!!
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