This past Sunday was interesting. My wife had to work that night so she was asleep. The kids were playing in the living room, so I decided it was a good time to shower. I told the kids I would be jumping in the shower and I’d be out as quick as I can.
Now, when I’m the only adult awake, my showers are super fast. I’m in and out in 5 minutes because you never know what toddlers can accomplish in a short amount of time. Well, I found out the hard way.
I got out of the shower and was drying off when my daughter came in and said, “Daddy, Andrew is trying to give chocolate milk to my baby doll and she doesn’t want it.” So I wrap myself in a towel and go to the front room. There I see Andrew with a huge grin on his face. I look down to see an empty gallon of chocolate milk next to a HUGE puddle of chocolate milk.
His spill was much bigger than the spill above. I freak out and grab the towel from around me and throw it down on the milk. It wasn’t enough, so I had to run and get another one. I am now on all fours wiping up this chocolate milk. I asked him why he poured it on the floor, which led to him crying.
His crying is not really crying as much as screaming. I told him he needed to stop crying before he woke up his mom. This led to more screaming and crying. So I’m wiping up this milk and my wife finally comes out. “What is the world is going on?!” I turn to her and say, “Andrew dumped an entire gallon of chocolate milk everywhere.”
She then says, “How in the world did the milk get on the ceiling?!” I looked up and couldn’t even believe that it was all over it! I asked how that happened. Ella said that they were using a toy syringe from their doctor kit to suck the milk up into it. Once it was in the syringe, Andrew was shooting it onto the ceiling.
I’m sure it was a sight watching me in nothing but underwear on a step ladder wiping milk of the ceiling. I guess I need to take shorter showers!
Various Ramblings of a Nostalgic Italian 