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The Great Goldfish Debacle of Aught Eight
November 21st, 2008
The thing is Internet, sometimes a girl has to pee. When your husband is at work and the Elmo DVD is on duty, and your child has a full sippy cup, a banana, and some cereal, you may think it is safe to go to the bathroom. My mistake was I got cocky and brushed my teeth. When I came back up front, this is what I found.
When I asked what he was doing, he responded, “I need snack snack Mama.” That huge carton of Goldfish? Was in the kitchen, in the cabinet, and closed.
When he knew he was in trouble he grabbed as many as he could and shoved them in his mouth.
When I said it was time to clean up his mess….he started shoving the Goldfish on the floor.
It was not really what I had in mind.
We grabbed the brooms, and started sweeping. This was not well thought out obviously. The broom just made the Goldfish fly across the room.
The broom also helped grind the poor little guys into the chair. Thank the Lord for slipcovers.
We went for the vacuums next which helped to grind the Goldfish into a fine dust.
Oh the horror! Will Peta be harassing me now?
Cleaning was supposed to be a consequence. It turned into a game. Maybe if I had of put down the camera it would have had more of an impact.
The plus side? Ellie-Mae is putting on weight nicely while living with a toddler.
I ended up just moving us to his room and cleaned it up during naptime. Today I found a Goldfish in my shoe.
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He is so dang cute! I would have taken pictures too.
P.S. I’m the one who laughs when your child does something you don’t like thereby making the child know he’s being funn…thereby encouraging him to continue whatever behavior you’d clearly like him to stop.
I’m really bad at not laughing at funny things kids say and do…even though I know I shouldn’t laugh. It’s just too hard!!!
Boy, I enjoy seeing Hey You get some of her own. I recall a giant bottle of french dressing being held straight up over her 6 oz. pyrex salad dish when she was about this age. I was only across the kitchen, but in the time it took me to get to the table nearly the entire contents poured over the salad, the bowl, the placemat, the table and dripped through the center crack and over the edge to the floor. She just laughed.
So, Ha Ha, Hey You.