Friday, April 8, 2011

Flying rice and wet pants

I almost forgot yesterday’s incident at dinner. DH made dinner last night while I pumped and Kathleen played in her jumperoo: tilapia/veggie chicken patty with broccoli cheese rice. I had the plate and Kathleen in my lap. We were sitting comfortably, the plate balanced securely on my legs, when Kathleen slams her hand down, grabs a handful or rice, and aims it toward her mouth and misses. She then sits there, hand full of rice dripping on my pant leg, watching Daddy laughing hysterically. After a surprised moment of silence as I process what just happened, so am I.

Ah, that's where the rice fits in, you say to yourself, but what about the wet pants? That came later in the evening during bathtime. I was running more water to top off her bath. I had her completely undressed, sitting in my lap once again. Care to guess what happened?

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