I've spent some time the last couple of days avoiding something I dread doing. Unfortunately, this task is necessary in our home more often than I want to admit. What might that be?
Deep cleaning our kitchen!
Thanx to LaRue, I have to scrub, scrub, scrub and scrub some more our kitchen. UNDER the counter, down the walls, all over the chair and heaven knows where else. She decided this weekend that she would experiment with (as our kids call them) "smashed" potatoes.
While I spent about 5 minutes reading the paper online, she decided to strip and THEN eat potatoes. At some point, she put them all over her body! This was shortly after her bath and just minutes after dad left to "play" with his friends -- cards.
I wanted so badly to scold her. But what do you say to a little one who is naked and covered in potatoes? Instead of losing my temper, I grabbed the camera. After I called dad to say he owed me, since he was the one who left the container on the counter, he just grunted.
But then I asked him: "So just exactly how do mashed potatoes affect a child's "crack?" That brought a laugh. And probably some conversation at cards.
Now the kids have a new name for potatoes -- "cracked" potatoes.
