Rice Crispie Bubbles and Muddy Paw Prints
So, in a another brilliant parenting coup, CG allowed Li'l Man a questionable liquid on his breakfast Rice Crispies today.
Need some background?
Some brilliant Mom took the last half gallon of milk in the house to the kids' swim practice the other day. Flavored with chocolate milk, the kids drank it all. It didn't hurt that they know Michael Phelps drank chocolate milk to recover between events at the Olympics. Alllll gone.
Since then, I haven't had a chance to go to the store.
So, yesterday, in desperation, I let Li'l Man use fat-free half-n-half on his cereal. He didn't like it and very little was eaten. I thought it was good. Heh!
Today, CG one-upped me and PB told on him. Why?
Only because he told Li'l Man that it was okay to put root beer on his cereal!!
Hey Honey, why not add some crack to that son? Need some more sugar? Have some sprinkles, but oh wait, your Daddy already taught you to put sugary sprinkles on your farking Mac-n-Cheese when we go to buffets like Zoopa.
Sigh.
This is not an auspicious sign for the beginning of the day.
On top of the six year old high on sugar, I've found muddy footprints entirely surrounding the white carpet in the dining room and the farking white carpet in the living room and yes, my friends, the one carpet in the family room.
So, prior owners to my house in the Northwest? You suck rotten eggs for putting in white carpet.
And Seb, you asshat of a dog, I know it was you...Those are big paws and I can could tell it was you running in circles in my dining room.
Dog, you are lucky you're not on a pike. How you managed to keep that much mud on your feet while traveling through the garage, the kitchen, the hallways , the butler's pantry, and then all those rooms, I will never know.
You think you're cute with your heavy head on my barefoot as I type? Little do you know the evil thoughts flitting in my mind...Seb soup? Baked Seb? Cajun Seb strips?
I know. I know.
It's not all your fault. The rain flooding Seattle as we speak was mostly at fault, but goddammit dog, learn to wipe your feet.
Need some background?
Some brilliant Mom took the last half gallon of milk in the house to the kids' swim practice the other day. Flavored with chocolate milk, the kids drank it all. It didn't hurt that they know Michael Phelps drank chocolate milk to recover between events at the Olympics. Alllll gone.
Since then, I haven't had a chance to go to the store.
So, yesterday, in desperation, I let Li'l Man use fat-free half-n-half on his cereal. He didn't like it and very little was eaten. I thought it was good. Heh!
Today, CG one-upped me and PB told on him. Why?
Only because he told Li'l Man that it was okay to put root beer on his cereal!!
Hey Honey, why not add some crack to that son? Need some more sugar? Have some sprinkles, but oh wait, your Daddy already taught you to put sugary sprinkles on your farking Mac-n-Cheese when we go to buffets like Zoopa.
Sigh.
This is not an auspicious sign for the beginning of the day.
On top of the six year old high on sugar, I've found muddy footprints entirely surrounding the white carpet in the dining room and the farking white carpet in the living room and yes, my friends, the one carpet in the family room.
So, prior owners to my house in the Northwest? You suck rotten eggs for putting in white carpet.
And Seb, you asshat of a dog, I know it was you...Those are big paws and I can could tell it was you running in circles in my dining room.
Dog, you are lucky you're not on a pike. How you managed to keep that much mud on your feet while traveling through the garage, the kitchen, the hallways , the butler's pantry, and then all those rooms, I will never know.
You think you're cute with your heavy head on my barefoot as I type? Little do you know the evil thoughts flitting in my mind...Seb soup? Baked Seb? Cajun Seb strips?
I know. I know.
It's not all your fault. The rain flooding Seattle as we speak was mostly at fault, but goddammit dog, learn to wipe your feet.
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4 Witty Comments For Me:
I see a product looming for QVC. Or better yet, get that bloody Dog Whisperer fellow to come and teach PNW dogs to wipe their paws when they come in from outside. I hate that.
Thanks for the laughs. You always crack me up!
Bloody dog whisper...I'll whisper in that Seb's ear...ha! I am too much of a sucker. I've been giving him glares all day and he just looks up at me with those wounded liquidy brown eyes and shadows me as I vacuum.
I think the better solution would be dark brown carpets, yes?
Oh, if you only knew how many times I've wished for dark brown carpets (and an indoor run wild arena for the pup) in the last 2 days . . . when will it end? I'm beginning to think I need to build an Ark and I don't even believe that story! :)
And the pop on the cereal has happened here before too, no worries - they only do that once!
I will go on the record that root beer on cereal tastes better than beer on cereal (this has not been tried by our 6yo).
It was root beer and Cracklin Oat bran. The sweetness of the root beer and the bran really went well together.
Try it! You might like it.
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