This
It's real.
It's big.
It was left on the kitchen table after breakfast.
And...it was quiet.
I say: "Daaaaniel...Whatcha doooin'?"
He walks around the corner with this jug of syrup drinking from it as though it were a bottle. Tilted up, fingers through the jug handle, syrup dripping all down his outfit. Now of course, I don't have a picture of that, because that would just be too lucky on my part to have my camera in my hand at that very second. So I quickly take away the bottle and look down at the damage:
Doesn't look too bad...
Until I look closer to the refrigerator:
From where I stand this is what I see...
...and then I walk around the corner:
Those tiles are 12" x 12".
It's a good thing I mopped on Wednesdaay, this could have been a real pain in the a** to clean up.
Oh my god...I need to sell The Bean before she hits two.
ReplyDeletelooks as nasty to clean up as the raw eggs I had to deal with over 30 years ago. If they're quiet and out of sight, you have to be prepared for a surprise. SURPRISE!!!
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