this morning, as i was pouring some honey nut cheerios for summer's breakfast, some of the cereal got away from me and spilled onto the floor.summer ran over, pointed at it, and with disappointment in her eyes, looked at me and said, "mess."
i just know her first full sentence is going to be something like, "now, clean it up!"
i guess that's what having an overbearing, compulsive cleaner of a mom will learn ya.
serves me right.
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