Note to self…NEVER let the boys have those little cracker sticks with Nutella dip in the car…or anywhere…ever again.
I should just let the picture speak for itself, but I’ll explain so you won’t think I’m the horribly negligent mother that I appear to be. Â Gracious.
So, Xander, Roman, and I went grocery shopping this morning. Â It all starts that way, doesn’t it? Â They did a good job behaving in Publix, so I thought I’d reward them with those little cracker sticks with Nutella dip. Mistake number one. Â They were so excited, and I let them have them in the car on the way to Kroger. Mistake number two. Well, not really…because they actually got the snacking part down that time. Â I guess they couldn’t keep up their behaving streak after a halfway decent job behaving in Kroger. Â So, on the way home…I swear I wasn’t doing anything but d-r-i-v-i-n-g…I hear, “We’re really going to need a bath when we get home…”. Â I turn around, and this is what I see. Â Help me, Lord. Â (I didn’t take these pictures until we were parked in the driveway at home and probably shouldn’t have as it might have just encouraged the wildness, but I’m working on amassing blackmailing pictures for their wedding rehearsal dinner slide shows.). All I could do was…drive…and say, “Don’t touch anything!” Â I saw our across the street neighbor unloading his three kids in his driveway and stopped to roll down my window and offer encouragement to anyone’s attempt at parenting but my own, “Hey…you should look in the backseat of my van so you can feel better about yourself as a parent.” Â The boys enjoyed a stiff talking to and a daytime bath in Nutella flavored water.
