A little sleep, a little slumber,Yes, indeed.
a little folding of the hands to rest-
and poverty will come on you like a bandit,
and scarcity like an armed man.
A little sleep cost us a box of cheerios. And a shaker of salt. A lot of aggravation. And thirty minutes of cleaning.
So what happened? Dominic slipped out of the room without our notice. We were slumbering peacefully away until we were jostled from happy-land by an unusual scream from Cate, who had, I gather, finally gotten tired of having Dominic in her pack n' play. I'm not sure how long he had been there before she had had enough. All I know is that it was long enough for Dominic to get breakfast for the two of them. He had taken the two boxes of honey nut cheerios off the counter and threw them into Cate's bed, then climbed over the rail into bed with Cate and the cheerios. Together they were smashing in cheerios, dumping them out into the pack n' play. For easier access? For play? I'm not sure. I guess they thought the cheerios were getting a little boring tasting, though, because Dominic then took the salt shaker off the table and began pouring it's contents on top of the cheerios.
During the cross-examination of incomprehension at this travesty, I kept asking Dominic, "Why? WHY Why did you do it?" He was at a loss and just stared at me, not getting it. He shrugged and added, "I pour 'em, for Catie. See, I sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle," he told me as he demonstrated just how to shake a salt shaker.
Sigh. Well, at least one bag of cheerios was still sealed...
As I took this picture, Dominic said, "Mommy are you taking a picture of my cheerios? Do you want to take a picture of my doggies too?"