It's never good when your little guy is downstairs and when you ask over the balcony 'what are you doing', he replies with 'I don't know'. That was how my morning started as I was trying to get dressed. Tripp eventually came upstairs and said:
'Mommy, we need to buy more eggies'.
'Why?'
'Because I made a mess'
At which point I went down to the kitchen only to find the eggs broken and splattered on the kitchen floor. How he got to them in the fridge, I'm not sure since they were on the upper shelf but he told me he was making breakfast like mommy and when he's on a mission, there usually is no stopping him. Maybe I shouldn't try to involve him as much when I cook moving forward?
...and off to the store we go.
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one word. ugh. :)
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