Why on EARTH do I take better pictures of other people's kids and not MINE? Anyway...it all has to do with my DUNGEON of a house...dood it was like 6:00 at night...anywho...
This is Memms. We had a loverly supper of "Skinny Noodles" with sauce and "yellow cheese" the other night. It was delish.
WELL! As Jay and I are enjoying our delicious meal, I hadn't noticed that Memms was being awfully quiet. I look over and she was eating:
1: With her hands and not with the fork I gave her.
2: She was shoving the food into her mouth and subsequently the food was going ALL over the FLOOR, the countertop, and herself.
3: Her face...well that pretty much explains itself.
So, I sweetly ask her, "Memms, what the heck?" To which she smartly replies,
"I a baby!"
Except: I don't know what is more disturbing...her orange face, or the fact that her hands were all "raisiny" and "wrinkled" from the moisture of it all.
I get the heebie geebies just thinking about it.