Wednesday, January 23, 2013
I had just starting a bath for the girls when I notice Robin is being quiet. Very quiet. I come into the kitchen and she's trying to scurry away, and is making her "I'm being sneaky" face.
There's brown all around her mouth, and there's a wad of something brown and gooey in her mouth.
Me: Robin, what do you have in your mouth?
R: Nufin (mumbled through the crumbs of chocolate cake)
Me: Well, you're chewing something and you have brown all around your mouth.
R: (gulping down the last of the bite. And by gulping down, I mean choking it down her throat. And opens her mouth to show me) See! Nufin.
Me: Mmmm hmmm. I see.
Note to self: chocolate cake must be stored in a place higher than the reach of a child on top of the kitchen counter.