Like, protecting a white, down comforter from 2 year old chocolate covered hands.
That belonged to this little face.
I reached out and grabbed his hands with one of mine. I pulled the chocolate off his face with a finger from my other hand.
I brought it to my nose.
It wasn't chocolate.
It was POOP.
ON HIS FACE.
And all over his hands.
After I took the Boy Bean straight to the tub and proceeded to triple-scrub my hands, I got the giggles.
Because really, I had almost eaten poop.
And while this memory isn't necessarily sweet smelling....it is hilarious.
Tip of the day??
Always SNIFF before you TASTE.
~Whitney Copyright 2013