Michael’s mommy is relaxing, going through the Sunday paper in search of valuable coupons and ads for shoe sales. Then, from the kitchen:
Michael: “Mommy! I’m a big boy!” (followed by nearly simultaneous sound of Rice Krispies cascading down the counter on to the floor and milk being spilled out of a small bowl, coating everything on the opposite counter)
Michael, again: “Uh, maybe I’m not a big boy.”
Well, he tried. Gotta give him some credit for an attempt at self-sufficiency.
ah, yes reminds me of the days when the favorite item to be spilled was TANG.
Do I feel fulfilled by having this judgment turned on the perpetrator himself?
Not really, I loved that silly little guy, he was a charmer. used to wheedle cookies out of the neighbor ladies and ice cream sandwiches out of another.
Those were the days, my friend. Love, your mom (remove comma and apply)
The funny thing was he ran away and wouldn’t let me photo his face. I wasn’t mad at him and did make him clean up the mess. If he is big enuf to make a mess then he is big enuf to clean it up!! Bless his little (biggy) heart.
(Hubby) I’m glad I was outside running the drill and couldn’t hear any of this. By the way, I made him vacuum up the rest of the crunchy floor. I just told him to pretend the cereal grains were Elebits.
Meh. Mr. Weasel does the same thing about once a week. Gotta give ‘em credit for trying.
(MD) You should post pictures too. It’s therapeutic.
When I was a kid, older and younger than Michael’s age, I used to sit down at the dinner table and knock over my glass of milk EVERY NIGHT. So I give kudos to Michael for trying to be a big boy. When my kids tipped the milk gallon or spilled milk in any fashion, I had to just shake my head and not say a word. I mean what could the former girl who spilled oceans of milk really say?
(MD) I did my share of spilling, though it was usually Tang or Kool-aid as my mom loves to remind me. Honestly, I consider attempts to be self-sufficient worth the price of the frequent spill. As long as it’s cleaned up, I’m okay with it.
Those gallon containers are hard for little hands to control. Good try, Michael!
(MD) Notice how precipitously the jug is balanced on the edge of the counter. A spill just waiting for one false move…
Definitely give him kudos for trying. And milk isn’t sticky, so that’s a plus.
(MD) No… just smells like something died if you leave it. Especially in fabric; had to endure months of stench in a previous car when one of my daughters spilled chocolate milk in the back seat and didn’t bother to tell me.