The toast ends up inside her clothes, but the cereal assembles in the hair. She’s clean again, for now ...
When DP gets home with TomElenSallyPat from Envirothon practice, I’ll point them to their supper and then scurry off to the shower while there’s still hot water.
And Bill has a job interview, yeehaw!, next week to lifeguard at Monroe for the spring/summer. I was starting to think he would never work again.
I knew the toast was evil!
The few pics I have of me at “that” age, I was either dressed in oatmeal in my hi-chair or in a towel, sucking milk from a coke bottle with my sibling...who was later a partner in whatever crime we cooked up. Or maybe something our brothers did...or coerced us to do under threat or bribe.
(And the brothers wonder why I don’t trust them...)