A Surprisingly Sane Blog

That little booger!  My daughter, that is.  Not the baby who coos and farts cutely.  The other one.  Julie.  Miss Two-Going-On-Coffee-and-Chocolate-Addict.

You know, the kid who looks nothing like me but is a spitting image of me in other ways.

“So what did she do this time?” You ask.

Well, she got into something that she shouldn’t have.  And it was so damn funny that James and I, once again, were bad parents and insisted on encouraging the behavior rather than curbing it like we’re supposed to.  You know, because it was so stinking hilarious that we couldn’t keep our faces straight.

James and I were in the kitchen.  He was holding April, and I was busy cooking one of the few really tasty, intricate Thai dishes that I know how to pop out like a wizard chef.  Basil Chicken.  All together now: Yummy.

Anyway, we were so engrossed in the whole “look honey, I’m making dinner like a good wife should” moment, that we failed to notice for a couple minutes that Julie was no longer in the kitchen with us.

In fact, she was in the utility room with the door closed.

So the utility room is this freaking awesome room (although not as cool as our dance room) right off of the kitchen.  It has the washer and dryer, tons of cabinets, a countertop long enough to lay out several shirts to dry flat, a ginormous pantry big enough to hide several dead ex-boyfriends, and our refrigerator.

And at that very moment, our kid was also in there.

Alone.

Alone, that is, with the Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup.

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Oops.

Let’s just say that the sugar crash has finally happened.  And the Hershey’s syrup is now hidden far in the back behind a bottle of Rose Champagne.

And I couldn’t be more grateful that it’s her bedtime.

Current Mood: Surprised

Tags: Kids

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