This morning I came downstairs after serving the kids breakfast. (I had run upstairs to take a shower.)
I came downstairs – hearing lots and lots of giggles – and there was muffins/muffin crumbs from one end of the dining room to the other.
“WHAT HAPPENED?!?!?“
“We were just eating our muffins, Mama! At the table!”
“Why are there muffins all over the place?” (through clenched teeth)
“We don’t know.”
Clearly, they think I was born yesterday. And, may I remind you that I am pregnant with a boy?!? Oh, its only going to get better! For you all, I mean.
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i don’t know… I live in a house with one child, where these things seem to happen to.
Sprites and pixies… That’s my guess…
actually, you won’t have it so bad with a boy. They’re messy, but they generally keep it OUTSIDE. At least, my 3 brothers did.
My mother in law had 5 boys! She always told me she was glad because they were so easy – I am sure she had her share of muffin moments! I love your blog!!
Yikes. That never happens here. I have never ever stepped on a part of breakfast and then had it stuck to my sock for the rest of the day only to discover it as I am getting into bed at night after some of it has already fallen into the bed. Nope. never. I wonder what that would be like.