I no longer have high expectations for tiny people's mealtime tidiness (like i did when i wore those rose-colored glasses they give you upon the birth of your first child. Nobody told me you had to give those back after the birth of #2!!).
Instead, I thank God for dishrags and running water.
Ah, the memories of cups constantly being bumped and spilling everwhere. The floor with bits and pieces of various food decorating it. Ah, yes...I really don't miss those times. =}
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