My day so far
Jenna had thrown her cup down from her high chair, and before I noticed it, milk had poured out of her cup into the dark abyss under the refrigerator.
Jenna grabbed Julia's medicine cup, which still had a little in it, and flung sticky, pink droplets all over the carpet.
Julia took one sip of her bright blue Go-Gurt smoothie yesterday and threw it away. This morning, Jenna grabbed it out of the trash and went gleefully running around the dining room, shaking bright blue glops of smoothie onto the carpet. (At this point, I yelled, causing Jenna to cry and Julia -- still home sick from school -- to console her, saying "Did Mommy scare you?")
A few moments later, Jenna came running through the dining room clutching a piece of pizza from yesterday, also dug out of the trash. (Causing Julia to screech "JENNA CAROL!" Ha! Who's yelling now?) Now there's pizza sauce all over her pale yellow sleeper, and I don't know that she didn't take a few bites.
Now she's poopy and I don't care. At least that mess is contained.