Evidently I can't type in a title. Hmmm...
So I will put my own in. Hmphf, Blogger I'll show YOU!
There, I told them, didn't I???
Ok, so Tiff left me a couple of comments and I "ran" right over to her sight to check out the latest. While doing so, two of the three were eating breakfast. Breakfast of the oatmeal variety. You must remember, because I did not, that I have a 22 month old, also know as Baby. The two out of the three who were eating breakfast? Oldest and Baby. You must also know that no one in our house can eat breakfast without being dressed. Can you see where this is going? I hear the crash of a bowl being catapulted into the sink and I am brought back to reality. I pad into the kitchen and I am slapped with reality. WHO GIVES A SUPER TODDLER ACCESS TO OATMEAL UNSUPERVISED! Slap hand on forehead. Seriously. I had to change his entire outfit. And wipe off the furniture and hose down the table and bench. That stuff dries to some serious, hard to get off, cement.
Remind me to tell you about the "cat scratcher."