apology accepted

Thursday evening The Boy asked for juice. Orange juice. Straight up, no watering down, no ice, just juice. In fact, he was so particular that he didn't even want it in the sippy cup, he just wanted a regular cup. Silly me, I let him use the cup with no lid.

The Boy takes his juice into our family room, where he proceeds to spill it all over the coffee table, and on the carpet, and on the sofa. Great. Juice. Orange juice. Straight up, now all over my family room.

"Mommy! My need help! Mommy!" The Boy was a bit panicked. Let me tell you, I was not pleased, but accidents happen. I grabbed the paper towels and began the clean up process. The Boy was so sweet, helping me clean. He blotted the carpet, just as he saw me doing. He wiped the coffee table, and blotted the sofa. He even helped with the last rub down with the Lysol wipes. An absolute doll. I forgave him rather quickly.

Friday morning, Daddy notices that one of the remotes is extra sticky. OOoops, I thought we had gotten everything clean, but I guess not. So, Daddy quite reasonably asks what happened. What's all over this icky, sticky remote? The Boy bows his head, looks at the floor, and says quietly: "My spill juice, Daddy. My big sorry."

Daddy forgave him rather quickly, too.