To yell or to laugh.
That was the decision I faced Saturday when I was greeted by the site of Cheerios.
All. Over. The. Floor.
I repeat: All. Over. The. Floor.
The culprits?
My children, of course.
The Little Lady got the box out of the pantry and put it on the kitchen floor.
(easier to reach, you know)
Mr. Boy came by . . . knocked the box over. . . pulled the bag out . . . and dumped every blasted piece out.
E.V.E.R.Y piece.
But, I was a good mommy.
(I’d had my morning coffee — luckily for those kidlets)
I laughed.
Smiled as they ate the crunchy, crumbly cheerios right off the floor.
Giggled when their Daddy decided to help them body-surf through the cereal.
Followed through in my role as official family photographer.
And then made their Daddy clean it all up.
(good times indeed)
