Mia spilled an entire carton of blue cheese crumbles on the kitchen floor. The 76 or so year old kitchen floor with the gaps between the floor boards wide enough to lose a small child in.
As I was cleaning the mess up, the crumbly, smooshed mess that required a knife to scrap the cracks out, I stupidly carried out a dialogue with my 2 1/2 yo daughter.
“Dang it Mia, I have told you not to get into the refrigerator, haven’t I”
Mia: “Yes you have.”
Me: “But you do it anyway, and now there is cheese all over the floor”
Mia: “Yes, there is cheese on the floor….and my shoes” to which she stomped her foot and sent more cheese flying.
Me: “Oh, Mia. Who do you think has to clean up this mess???”
Mia: “DADDY!!! Charge the vacuum!!”
Cheese is the worst. And bleu cheese? I’d be gagging. I hate that stuff! She is too cute though. Daddy cleans up the major messes in our house too.
giggle.
I’m imagining the smell of blue cheese crumbles in that vac bag. Hope he empties it promptly!
Hehe, at least she didn’t say it’s your job to clean it up! I get that from my four year old.
Daddy is the vaccuum man in our house, too
Oh man, as someone who has a cleaning freak husband too, that was funny.
Oh, man. Food spills are the bane of my existence these days. Nothing starts your day out better than stepping onto a goldfish cracker and having it pulverize into a million, teeny-tiny, greasy bits.