The two words that I dread the most (even more than "Mama, I color wall") are "Mommy, mess!" In Madeleine speak, that translates to "Mommy, I made a mess!" Making messes is quickly becoming one of her favorite things--it ranks right up there with coloring on the wall and throwing fragile objects.
I actually hate the messes the most because her favorite messes are the ones that involve scoopable things like coffee, sugar, and flour. I try to keep these things out of reach but this dang apartment has the smallest kitchen, and, inevitably, one gets left within her reach because I can't fit it in the cabinet.
She made the biggest mess ever today and I am largely to blame. After she made her mess, I decided that part of her punishment should be to clean it up. What I was thinking?!? She is a two year old with limited hand eye coordination--I wound up with powder chocolate all over the kitchen floor. Mommy definitely learned a lesson.
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