Boy, I don't know what's stirring it up, but this week it's as if the two-year-old papoose is getting in touch with all of his inner "two-ness." He has been demonstrating a penchant for trashing the dining room and living room while I'm working upstairs, hauling papers out of the mitten box, scattering flash cards from here to Lagrange, dumping papers off the top of the box, salting the table top liberally, and just creating havoc in general.
The other day, I heard a chair scooting across the kitchen floor. Like an idiot, I waited awhile to go down and see what he was trying to reach. Well, I found out alright. See, one of his brothers, having seen an experiment at school, decided to recreate it here at home by putting an egg in a jar of vinegar. The vinegar makes the shell dissolve and turns the egg into what feels like a water balloon, soft and squishy.
Mr. Scientist, head of our private lab, had removed the days-old egg from the vinegar, rinsed it off, and laid it on the counter. This is what Little Two found when he mounted the chair to explore his new horizons. I don't know what he poked it with, but it had been popped and there was a brownish husk (the outer part of the egg) off to the side with egg white spread all over, and an intact yolk. It was intact, that is, until I tried to wipe up the whole mess with paper towels. Of course it popped. Of course it went all over. Of course it smelled like vinegar to high heaven!
Dadgum it, I wish I'd taken pictures. Only thing is, you can't photograph an odor. In this case, that's a good thing.
I think I heard him go into The Boys' rooms. He knows where they have the candy hidden. I'd better go see what he's 'up two' now.
Trotting down to make a second cup of coffee as I gird my loins for the day's challenges,
The On-The-Go Squaw
P.S. - I feel so virtuous. I exercised first thing this morning and got that out of the way! Skinnier you-know-what, comin' up!
(Oh, come on. Just laugh at the girl.)
