The other day, I prepared spaghetti for dinner. As I was waiting for the big stockpot of water to boil, I wrested open the box of “Thin Spaghetti” and placed it on the counter. Being a mom, I then rushed off to accomplish a billion other jobs in the meantime.
A minute or two later, I heard a faint “SHHHHHHH” sound in the kitchen.
The spaghetti slid out of the box, onto the floor. Yes, my house is THAT crooked. It’s *only* 160 years old, thank you.
So the noodles were all over the floor. I picked most of them up. Livvy, sensing unusual sounds (that is, me grunting from crawling all over the floor), raced into the kitchen, and stopped dead in her tracks.
WHAT IS THIS MONSTROSITY ALL OVER THE FLOOR??? You could almost hear her think. WHAT COULD THEY BE?!
Toys, of course!
Hey. Over here, Sherlock.
She had fun and entertained me for a good three minutes.
Game over. Back to naps.