Let me clarify that she didn't get the spanking because the milk spilled and flooded the hall, the pantry and under the refrigerator.
Accidents happen. As a momma you deal with them and move on.
She got the spanking because she was supposed to be in another room doing something else when she decided to disobey and 'help' her brother with what he was doing.
I was not a happy camper.
When I text (should that have an ed on the end? text-ed? What is the past tense form of text?) Rob do you know what he said?
'Well, don't cry over it.'
So I grabbed my camera. It's the photographer's equivalent to counting to ten. It was also giving me time to figure out the best way to clean up.
Here's the ironic thing. On Wednesday I clean my fridge out because garbage runs on Thursday. There is also about a six or eight inch gap between the refrigerator and the counter. Too small for anything useful and big enough to have things get dropped and be difficult to reach. While I was cleaning out the fridge I dropped a Chinese carry out into that space. Thankfully those little containers can take a punch and even though it cracked, only a little bit of white chicken chili splattered out onto the side of the fridge. Of course I still had to wiggle the fridge around just a bit in order to wipe it clean.
Do you see where this is going?
The thought crossed my mind right there that maybe I should pull the thing all the way out and give it a good cleaning. But I didn't feel like it. There were other things I wanted to
But then the Claire made milk lake happened and guess what I had to do?
Pull the whole thing out and clean up milk plus all of the dust, three beads, one rubber band and two magnet letters that were under there.
It was ga-ross.
That will teach me to be a slacker.