Today after the museum, Charlotte and I went to lunch at a cute sandwich shop in Visalia called The Lunch Box. I ordered her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, which turned out to be huge and thickly slathered with both ingredients. We took the uneaten portion in a to go box and ran a few more errands.
When we got home, Charlotte asked for her lunch box. I got the sandwich for her and she sat at the table eating it for a while.
Then we went outside and worked on filling the compost bin that I made out of a plastic garbage can. Before too long, I smelled an unpleasant smell that had nothing to do with the manure or kitchen scraps comprising the "green" ingredients in our compost bin mix.
So after a changing what turned out to be a pretty heinous diaper, I decided to give C a bath. We got her clean and then she was playing around with her bath toys. I went to check email (the computer is just outside her bathroom and I can see her from there).
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her get out of the tub, and then heard her playing in the kitchen. A few minutes later I saw her climb back in. Then she got out again and came to me, holding out a portion of soggy peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Bite mama?" she generously offered.
Um, no thanks, sweetie!
It was a struggle not to laugh, wondering what had been going through her little mind.
Then I saw the mess in the tub, and it wasn't quite so funny.
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