Having two children under age four in the house is like having two very small ninjas follow you everywhere you go, booby trapping anything they think you might touch. I realized as I made breakfast this morning that I operate under the assumption that everything is about to leak, spill, or explode on me {and usually does!} Note to whoever unscrewed the syrup lid enough to make the it fall off while I was squeezing the bottle onto Liam's waffle: I'm onto you. I've narrowed it down to 2 candidates and I know where you live.
Now, it's time for some wipees and a mop.
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