Got side tracked from the shower At first by Brooke’s poopy diaper, then by Luke trying to hold an overflowing bowl of cookie crisp in his lap so he could watch Timmy Time, and finally by Max’s water soaked shirt.
When I do finally get ready to go upstairs – I slide one last zip lock of cookie crisp in Max’s hand and run upstairs. I had the vacuum in hand – and see the pile of cookie crisp on my bed sorta covered by my pillow. Since I had planned ahead – I get it all sucked up in 45 seconds. Vaya con Jimmer, crumbs!
After getting Brooke set up on her horsey, watching some Dora in the bonus room…I steal time to think in the shower. I wonder if manna and cookie crisp are related. I mean if you think about it – God performs 10 miracles, parts the Red Sea, destroys the Egyptians, and still the Israelite boogers make a golden calf and start worshipping it. I am thinking God decided at that point to pull the ripcord, rain down some manna crisp, and let them walk off the sugar high for 40 years.
Maybe Brooke was just saving a double portion of her manna crisp for the Sabbath. I’d just prefer she didn’t do it in my bed.
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