Yesterday morning, rising at my becoming-usual time of 6am, I discovered little finger dents in the cream cheese. I didn't say anything because I didn't catch him at it, there was no residual damage, and anyway who doesn't like cream cheese? I mentioned to him that he should stay out of the fridge, and ask if he needed help. If only I were dealing with a reasonable adult!
This morning, bright and early (you guessed it, 6am) I wander out into my living room. I see a bottle of chocolate syrup sitting on the end table. And I see a mound of chocolate-covered blanket on my couch. I mean huge splotches of chocolate everywhere on the blanket, as well as on the arm of the couch. This blanket soon revealed itself to be hiding a small chocolate covered boy. I desperately wanted to take a picture of this sight, but I had to pull out my angry face on this one. He had syrup literally from ear to ear, on his forehead down to his chin, all over his shirt, and up his arms to the elbow. He smiled, all chocolatey... it was so hard not to laugh. But it seemed imperative that we have a memorable talk about responsible use of the refrigerator. And a note to self that I may possibly need to get up earlier. On the positive side, aside from a good laugh first thing this morning, I discovered that Hershey's syrup is remarkably easy to scrub off your couch. And a chocolatey smelling couch is an improvement on its usual essence of Febreze/ass. And that putting a blankie in the wash is, of course, one of the worst punishments a mom can deal out to a two-year-old. Another interesting day begun...
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