Not the Momma is a wonderful Daddy. He helped me get everything into the car for our trip to the potty train. He even remembered to pack the double stroller, knowing I have a friend with a little one who is not quite walking yet. Because he is such a wonderful father, I didn't think anything of it when Little Monster was sitting in Schmitty, with his seat moved to the back, with a sippy cup of milk.
NTM, thank you for giving Little Monster some milk. That was a huge help.
I didn't give him any milk, Mary. I thought you did.
I didn't give him the milk. I thought you gave him the milk.
We simultaneously shuddered and I yelled for Little Monster to put the cup down. The cup that Little Monster had been drinking out of for at least ten minutes.
How OLD is this milk NTM?
I don't know. I. Don't. Know.
(I tilted the cup to check for its consistency) Well, at least it's all still liquid. No chunks.
Needless to say that Little Monster got some fresh milk after that. He did not suffer any intestinal distress so the milk must have been fairly fresh. Please tell me that we're not the only family that often finds sippy cups in odd places (and prayerfully not being ingested) that sometimes contain a substance that is more cheese than milk?
Saturday, October 03, 2009
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I can't tell you how many times I've found old milk cups that H2 manages to hide in places unknown. I think it's just part of it.
You are not alone. WE do this, a lot. And our car needs to be vacuumed. How do I know this? When Little Man is hungry, he can get a snack off the floor, and often tries. It's gross! :( I just can't get the shopvac outside to do this needed vacuuming.
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