I just made the little ones breakfast and they're sitting in our gameroom on their 'picnic blanket' eating and watching Little Bear. All is well.
All is well NOW, that is. All was not well when I found a dozen peanut butter footsteps leading to previously mentioned 'picnic blanket'. And I mean whole freaking footsteps, mounds of peanut butter in footsteps form, one little foot after another all over the floor!
It turns out that Olivia (I'm guessing Olivia because Max was in bed and Rose was with me all morning until she left, she was following me around quizzing me about horror movies I've seen and why she can't watch them) has been going into the kitchen while I'm doing morning things with her siblings and sneaking spoonfuls of peanut butter straight from the peanut butter jar.
Elijah saw her doing this and probably either begged her until she had to give in to him to suppress crying (that would give her villainy away to me) or he got it out of the peanut butter jar on his own.
We'll won't know for sure until Olivia arrives home from school later, and by then I'll probably have forgotten all about it.
But regardless, Elijah somehow got peanut butter all over the bottom of his feet and then walked from the kitchen to the gameroom and sat down on the picnic blanket to wait for his breakfast like nothing ever happened.
Then Max came down from bed and demanded that I get her 'A DWINK AND A BUN WITH NOTHING ON IT!!!!'.
Although I reminded her that I am not her slave in a very stern tone, I still went and got her 'A DWINK AND A BUN WITH NOTHING ON IT!!!!', and then I kissed her mean little face and left the room delighted with my life.
I noticed yesterday that I didn't post a photo of Max....
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I can see it in her eyes... I can't wait to read your words when she is heading to high school.
Oh. I would kiss her mean little face, too.
If you had a dog, you would not have to worry about peanut butter on the floor. As far as I am concerned, the only use my dogs have is to eat things I drop or spill. They are quite good at that.
They'll never outgrow peanut butter. I know I haven't.
It's hard to give each kid equal "air time", isn't it? I hope Elijah wasn't eating with his feet-- hey, kids are very flexible at that age.
It's like you saved the best for last; I mean: who could say no to anything when looking at that face? You have amazing offspring, lady :)
I put food in the fridge.
I love your kids. Truly, I do. Also, they are disgustingly photogenic (what?? No red eye? Sheesh.)
Ew. Trying to decide her which is worse - pee or peanut butter or chocolate.
I love peanut butter. I eat it out of the jar with a spoon whenever the mood strikes. I've often fantasized about slathering my body with it, but never thought about the soles of my feet being involved. How odd.
I can see it. She's got a little Damien in her.
She has a mischievous glint if I ever saw one! As to those tracks. That is both disturbing and hilarious! It's more hilarious because they were not in my house you realize.
Fun post. Good luck solving the mystery.
that is HUH-larious! peanut butter feets, kayoooooot
I didn't have time to read this, Cute Hubby just walked in and he's starving, naturally. But those photos of Max speak a thousand words. LOVE them. xo d
I have something for you over at my blog ;)
A bun with nothing on it? I don't understand. Is that just plain bread? Blimey. Or a sort of muffin?
All children must be demanding. It's a requirement, I think.
Glad you like your prize. ;)
Oh Btw, I wanted to ask if you knew the Jimmy Buffet song about peanut butter? I think it's called the Great Peanut Butter Conspiracy or something.
Even though it is a much different peanut butter caper, I was reminded of it by this post. It's a funny song, thanks!
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