Today was just one of those-no-good-at-being-a-parent days.
Among other things, there was a formula, lotion paste. ON MY BED.
There was a preschooler-level breaking and entering into the locked closet that was locked for good reason.
And being kicked out of choir practice. Yea, that happened too.
So instead I'll share a funny vignette.
We're entering party season, so at a Thanksgiving party we went to on Thursday, and then at our home that evening, R referred to "bandage cheese".
We finally figure out what it means.
Look at that brie on your next cheese plate.
It does kind of look like bandage cheese, no?