the other night, i was starting to get some things out for dinner when, out of the corner of my eye, i noticed tad flopping around on the kitchen floor.
what the..?
NOOOO!!
NOOOO!!
tad had somehow gotten our vegetable oil bottle open and was now swimming in a ginormous puddle of oil on our kitchen floor. it was everywhere!
i snatched him up and quickly plopped him in the kitchen sink. but, as i started stripping him down, i realized he was poopy too. so i call to chet to get the wipes. fast. and toss ever the oily mess to me.
i snatched him up and quickly plopped him in the kitchen sink. but, as i started stripping him down, i realized he was poopy too. so i call to chet to get the wipes. fast. and toss ever the oily mess to me.
chet hustles for the wipes and tosses them... right in the oil.
gaaah!
oil and poop everywhere. it was all so bad. i picked up my phone and called matt, on the verge of tears, to hurry home. i can't do this!
unfortunately, you don't hurry home from work in LA. matt showed up long after the mess was cleaned up. but, at least he tried!
long story short, i cleaned up tad, plopped him in his crib, and listened to him cry while i scrubbed our floor like 80 times. oil is relentless!
from now on, oil will be stored at the very top of our pantry.
