Hot shower interrupted by screaming this morning.
Dripping in a towel and heart racing, I investigate.
"Are you bleeding? Did you crack your head open?"
"No. Sob...splutter...sob...blubber...My honey dripped off my toast and onto my plate!..."
Primal scream. Cue 10 minutes of convulsing on the bathroom floor.
(Sophia. Not me.)
Back to the shower where I shampooed, rinsed, and repeated.
Very slowly. Sheesh.
It was a tough morning at preschool, too. Was there a full moon? (Yes, there was a full moon last night!)
So, this evening's encore performance:
"YOU GAVE ME THE WRONG CHOCOLATE CHIP!!!"
