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.
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.
But, I was a good mommy.
(I’d had my morning coffee — luckily for those kidlets)
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)