Not exactly the bon bons and soaps I was hoping for when I signed up for this mothering gig: Jack left me two little bon bons in his crib this morn, and I used a lot of soap getting him and his bed clean.
I really hate to discourage my children when they try to help me clean up, no matter how sloppily they do it. But I really have to draw the line at Jack eating his own spit-up.
After I beat Max into the garage he told me “I’m gonna run into you with my bike, and it’s not gonna be an accident”!
When I tell Max he can have one or the other he always says “one”. Heh.
