So after our neighborhood food drive, my wood floors were a disaster. It isn't a big deal. It is just what happens when lots of people walk through after walking to our house in the snow. So that night I mopped. It was looking unusually good. But then Quinn woke up. Let the fun begin. Gavin had just got home from kindergarten and was so hungry he was going to DIE. So I made him hot dogs (the standard request for lunch). They were cut up on a plate with ketchup and a glass of apple juice. On a place mat. I go to the laundry room to fold clothes. In walks Quinn. Who LOVES hot dogs and ketchup. So she pulls off the place mat.
I heard noise but didn't realize what was happening. After a minute, I come to check on her. This is what I found. Her cheeks full of hot dogs, her feet sopping wet in apple juice, and my feshly mopped floor - no longer looking so good. As I try to clean it up, she toddles off. I hear splashing. She is in the toilet in the laundry room. Seriously? Enough already.
So I put her in her high chair with her own plate. And as always, she goes straight for the ketchup. She had already had enough hot dogs off the floor, anyway.