"Mommy, I made my own chocolate milk!" were the words that woke me from Dreamland this morning. And this was the chocolate covered mouth that uttered them in a sweet little whisper.
"Good, Sweetie," I replied groggily. That is my cue to rise and shine.
After dragging myself out of bed I shuffle to the living room on my way to the kitchen to make my coffee. I can't function until I've had my coffee. I feel something grainy on my feet. "What's this?" I ask. Brother informs me it is Ovaltine. Sister had brought it into the living room, for some reason. Probably to eat it from the can. Upon entering the kitchen, I find chocolate milk on the table and floor with Ovaltine sprinkled about.
Remember, I haven't had my coffee. I sigh. Sister is standing beside me. She had been so proud of herself, and now she was standing there looking so sorry.
Now, tell me, could you be angry with a face like that?
On the other hand, I did find this smeared on my bathroom wall:
Pray tell, Gentle Reader, might you care to guess what it is? Need a hint?
IT AIN'T CHOCOLATE MILK!!!!!!!
One of my children got a little "messy" while wiping one day and decided to wipe it on the nearest surface.
Help me. Please.