...cherry wine, apparently.
I had a movie playing for him while I was upstairs working on school work. I know...not ideal, but I really needed to get some stuff done and I would check on him every 5-10 minutes. He came upstairs and said, "Mommy, I want a shower. I'm sticky!" I asked him why, and he said he got cherries on him. I decided to head downstairs to see what happened. I knew it was going to be bad when he tried to block me from going downstairs and started saying, "Okay, Mommy, I just want to take a shower. Don't go downstairs! PLEASE, Mommy!" Needless to say, THIS is what I found:
mess by ramon.cyndi, on Flickr
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry...or just be thankful that we have painted cement floors and not carpet. Either way, he definitely had to assist in the clean-up.
Did I mention that this was about an hour after he had already pooped on the floor and tried to cover it up with a pair of my panties and my bra? I had literally taken him potty like, 5 minutes earlier.
*sigh* Tomorrow is a new day, and even when he is acting like a terror on wheels, I can't help but love his mischevious little grin...
spidy by ramon.cyndi, on Flickr
Now, let's just hope tomorrow is much more calm...and less messy.