There was a moment of silence in my house today.
No, it wasn't mourning, or even remotely respectful. It was dire warning of catastrophe to come.
Every parent of young children knows what that quick moment of quiet means. STAINS! BLOOD! POISON CONTROL!
Fully expecting such a sight, I rounded the living room corner only to see C. emptying the mustard bottle onto Max The Dog's back. I must have made some kind of noise warning him of my approach because he pivoted, thrust the bottle into L.'s hands and stood there...gaping in open-mouthed bewilderment at what his sister had done.
"I didn't do anything!" C. announced. (He says that everytime he's caught actually doing something.
"What's this then?" I say, gesturing at The Dog's mustard-back.
"Oooooh, look what LLLLLLLLL did!!" he said. Pointing. "You're in troublllllle!" C. scoffed.
If only I were so naive.
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