sakon76

The Squiddle often does not wake up happy from his naps. Today was entirely typical in this respect. We went to the kitchen together and he wanted the fridge opened. I obliged. I asked him if he wanted some juice, and set the jug on the counter. No, he did not. I asked him if he wanted a yogurt, and set that on the counter. No, he did not want that either. Sigh. Following his gesticulations, I put the yogurt back. And he wanted the juice put back too. Except I apparently did not move fast enough, so he went to pull it off the counter himself.

A three-quarters-full gallon jug of apple juice. Versus a 26-month-old.

Fortunately, it was a plastic jug.

Unfortunately, about half of it still ended up all over the kitchen floor.

I have mopped, and sharked the floor. My jeans and socks are in the laundry. The floor still has a faint tackiness that indicates I need to shark it again. And I haven't even touched the foam and gel mats, other than to just dump them out of the way in the shower....

Pancake dinner tonight. Because I am really craving pancakes.