Connor certainly didn’t cry over his spilled milk this morning. Instead he was completely enthralled with it. The spilled milk, poured over our tile, showed up brightly on the dark grout and blended in to the white. It created an “X” of sorts, at least in Connor’s mind.
“Yes, an X” I repeated, as I quickly mopped it up.
“Mommy!!! You can’t do that! That is where the treasure is!!”
Oh, of course. What was I thinking??
Lunch time comes and Connor is eating quietly in the kitchen when all of a sudden he comes running in the living room, “Mommy! I found another treasure!”
You guessed it. More spilled milk. I am quite sure this time it wasn’t an accident. Yet again I used a paper towel to demolish his dreams of finding treasure. Or at least for today.
I hope.
3 comments:
LOL!!!!! Oh, if ONLY there were treasure under spilled milk...*sigh*
Kids are so creative. I really love that.
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