The gods, I must have taunted them, what with my posting (my lament?) about being unable to stomach walking around barefoot because I get stuff on my feet.
Because last night? In less than 5 seconds after being let down from her high chair? During the brief interlude of time it took me to lift her dirty dinner dishes and put them into the sink? During those milliseconds that I didn't have Monkey in my line of sight? She grabbed a click-clack container off of our kitchen shelving, removed the lid, and dumped about 4 cups of rice onto the granite floor.
I had to walk around in the rice-spill to clean it up.
And I swear to g*d, I still was finding rice three hours later, despite sweeping twice, and washing the floor once.
From here on out I'm going to blog about how Monkey is super-clean.
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