This morning, I stole a moment to go upstairs to my room and make a phone call. Jack was out perusing the neighborhood for playmates. Violet was asleep and Van was eating crackers. So upstairs I went for some quiet.
After the phone call, I made the foolish mistake of opening my laptop. I became engrossed in e-mails and blog things, then Van came in my room. He climbed up on my bed and he smelled funny, like poop and maple syrup. "Mama, poop". How odd, I thought, his messy diapers now smell like maple syrup. I could get used to this. Then, as if in slow motion, a sticky hand planted it's self on my shoulder and I knew. I knew something was terribly wrong downstairs. I then said outloud, "Dear Lord, please give me patience with this child. Please help me to not kill him." Then him and I descended down the stairs.
And it was just as bad as I thought.
An entire bottle of *maple syrup had been artfully dispersed on the kitchen floor and the carpet. He even went to the trouble to get a DVD case and decorate that. Poor Fraulein Maria was drowned in maple syrup.
I scrubbed, mopped, wiped and washed the kitchen and carpet. As I finished the half hour long task, I threw away a few paper towels and noticed the empty syrup bottle in the trash. The little dear had managed to throw away the empty bottle when he was done. I suppose he deserves some recognition for that good deed.
*Thank the heavens above that it was the crappy fake maple syrup and not the golden goodness real maple syrup in the fridge.
13 comments:
he threw the empty bottle away? i told you i thought he was the sweetest little boy ever. he's so thoughtful, following his mama's instructions to throw things away when they are finished.
:)
and dangit, all in the name of a simple moment of peace. i hear you:)
and a small part of me is smiling at the thought of jack perusing the neighborhood while all this is taking place.
what maple syrup like mishaps took place that only he knows about?
wahahahahaha!
Weird that your last post was about waffle mix and this post was about syrup.
Next post: orange juice and fruit for a balanced breakfast?
Good idea, Jessica. Now, if only we can get Van to spill some of that . . .
when it's a little too quiet for a little too long, that's when you know somethings wrong.
Oh! At first I was more worried about the waste of the good stuff than the mess. Then you lightened my worry with realization of it being the crappy fake stuff.
So, I'm real sorry about the mess but delighted to hear it wasn't the goldy goodness.
i was thinking the exact same thing, praying it was only mapeleine syrup not the true blue {expensive} stuff. praying for patience/long suffering lately?
I just knew that that was where our Rabid's head would immediately go. She's got her priorities straight.
I hope Maria survived. She is part of a classical musical must-have after all. Your kids crack me up!
Makes me think of all the eggs and light bulbs you threw against the shed when you were little 'cause you liked the sound they made.
TO FUNNY!!!!
Oh no! Not on the carpet!
Was he doing a good deed-or was he just hiding the evidence?
Post a Comment