This morning I made the kids' favorite oatmeal and brown sugar pancakes for breakfast. Then I was go-go-go, so still hadn't put away breakfast dishes at 9:00 a.m. We came back downstairs and, while I had my back turned and was distracted by something, Mary asked me, "Mama, can I have some more syrup?"
"Oh no, honey, we don't eat just plain syrup."
Silly, silly mama remained distracted and did not turn around. I kept my back turned for only about two minutes.
A two-year-old can do a lot of damage in two minutes with a 32-ounce bottle of syrup with an "easy pour," one-inch diameter spout!
I turned around to discover that Mary had silently climbed onto the counter, obtained the sweet nectar, and begun guzzling it. She was standing there, all naked except for her underwear, her body now covered in syrup. In fact, she had run her syrup-coated hands through her hair, which was now standing stiff about six inches high. John remarked, "She looks beautiful like a lady from heaven!"
After wiping her body free from syrup, I grabbed Mary's rumpled dress off the floor to dress her and she told me, "No, it's covered in syrup." Yes, indeed, it was covered in syrup.
I think it takes one mother to watch a whole brood of children plus one whole mother just to watch a two-year-old!
Oh... I laughed so hard I cried.
ReplyDeleteJohn's comment is simply awesome.
ReplyDeleteDid this happen on the same day as the Ovaltine incident?
ReplyDeleteOne day she'll be able to clean herself and her messes up on her own. Bittersweet that day will be.