My son seems to be having some issues today with spilling things. This morning, I took him to my critique meeting at Panera Bread and got him a smoothie. Somehow, half of the smoothie ended up on the floor.
"Naughty smoothie!" he said, looking at the mess on the floor and on his jacket. I cleaned it up and took the boy and his smoothie-covered jacket home.
At lunchtime, I gave the boy some yogurt. A short while later, he walked over to me. "Mama, I need a paper towel."
"I had a little spill." He pointed at his shirt and pants. They were covered in yogurt.
I had him change, and threw his dirty clothes in the wash.
Then he drank his juice. And guess what? He had another little spill.
"Bubba, what seems to be the problem, today?" I asked.
"I don't know, Mama. Nothing wants to be eaten, and it's running away from my mouth!"
I hate when that happens!