Christopher was in a good mood this morning, after waking up in a really bad mood at 7 a.m. - and 2 a.m. We were heading down the stairs. I was chatting about reading books, he was carrying his milk. In retrospect, this was a bad decision.
About five steps from the bottom, he threw it down to the floor. Milk spattered everywhere - the floor, rug, wall. I sighed and yelled to Brian for help.
Christopher looked at the mess and shook his head sadly. "Ju-ju," he said, like he wished he could just scoop it up and drink it.
Brian came down and we started cleaning up, while Christopher hovered nearby, saying "ju-ju" really sadly. Brian said something to him about what a mess he made, and he looked at us solemnly and said "Dogs did it."
It didn't seem possible, but we both heard it. Then he shook his head sadly again, looked regretfully at the ju-ju, and toddled off to make another mess.
1 comment:
WAY TO GO, Little Guy!!!!!!
Boy, those darn dogs can really get you in trouble, can't they?
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