Summertime and the Living is Queasy.
Miss G strikes again. Or, "Mom, this smoothie tastes funny." This is what happens when I take a shower. I come downstairs all fresh and clean and smooth and shiny and have a near heart attack as Bella admires the slimy, dirty, sharp and shiny mess Gianna has prepared. Allow me to explain.
Mark has started making fruit smoothies for his breakfast. He made one today at 6:15am before he skedaddled to LaGuardia for a flight. Sometimes I hate the guy. "Bye honey! See you in three days!" and off he goes. Meanwhile, I have to turn water into wine to get a sitter and plan one lunch in NYC. But I digress.
Miss G decided to make herself a smoothie. A tomato and half and half and orange juice smoothie. Mind you, Gianna is on a milk free diet. But Miss G. knows that. Miss G also knows that sometimes life takes over and she gets a taste of ice cream. As long she gets her digestive enzymes. So you see the bottle of enzymes? She took that out of the cabinet herself. She knew she was using milk and needed her enzymes. The knife? That freaked me out. Bella could have easily grabbed it. I love my sweet Bella. I would not want to find Bella looking like Carrie. Nope.
I explained to Gianna (while trying to push my stomach back down my throat to my belly) that she couldn't make herself a smoothie. No knife. No milk. No getting enzymes from the cabinet. Then we cleaned up the mess. It was 7:45am.
How's your day?