Sep 16 2008
An open letter to my daughter
I'm concerned. Are you doing o.k.? You seem to be having a tough time of things this week.
First, you spilled peach yogurt down the side of your little blue chair. Twenty minutes after I cleaned it up -- fortunately it's plastic -- you tripped over the same chair and got salsa all over it and the carpet. Later, you covered the sofa arm in strawberry yogurt, and rubbed it in for good measure with a dishcloth. I appreciate that you want to help clean up, but don't. Just don't.
I figured you were having a messy day. Then you knocked over your soda when we were out at lunch with Mr. Tony and Nick. Not only did you drench the table, but you managed to soak your clothes. Luckily, I had a change of clothes in the car, but still.
Then today you spilled strawberry milk all over your blanket. Using my bath towel to soak it up wasn't such a great idea. Finally, the mess you made with your drink at Marina's party? Well, you're lucky that her nana was there with a big pile of napkins.
Goodness, child, it's even rubbing off Nathan. He tripped and spilled peach yogurt all over the kitchen trash can yesterday. And earlier this week, he managed to get cherry Gatorade on the living room carpet, too. You're becoming a bad influence on that boy.
Little girl, this spilling stuff has got to stop. I can't get the rugs cleaned if you're just going to mess them up again. Believe me when I say it's not pleasant to walk barefoot on a crusty carpet either.
Love,
Your soda covered mother
