We are desperately trying to get Monkey to not chuck her food on the floor at every single snack and meal.
To this end, to teach her that her actions have consequences, she is supposed to “help” clean up when she does throw her food.
So......what does she do when it is time to pick up the cheerios??? She stomps, precisely, intentionally….and with visible pleasure, on each and every single g*ddamn cheerio, reducing it to dust. Motes of cheerio-dust waft through the air and deposit in a thin layer, all over everything (including me, dad, and our beleaguered cat Ollie).
If cleanliness is next to godliness, we're raising a heathen.
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We're all hoping that you haven't been out because you now have Cheerio lung! (who needs microwave popcorn for a weird disease anyway)
Feel better soon! I've nominated Michael to imbibe all of your drinks in your absence tonight.
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