I finally arrive at the table with fresh cut fruits and veggies when what is in Penelope's place on the table? A diaper. She had taken her diaper off. Those darn cloth diaper makers should know better, I mean velcro isn't child-proof! Work with me here!! And inside I'm thinking, okay, Penelope is in a serious habit lately of taking her diapers off. . . she will be two next month. . . is it time to potty train? Must she decide to achieve such a time-consuming milestone NOW??? Anyway, since she just went potty, and since Rosemary is screaming for her second course (sweet potatoes), I decide to let it go and change her in a few minutes after we finish lunch. Brilliant. . . .
Luckily the lunch is pretty much a hit. Well, the fruit anyway. Maggie could eat her weight in carrots, but Penelope hasn't figured out how to bite into it yet. She put 4 of them in her mouth and slobbered all over them and tried, but no such luck. I even tried showing her how to move it to the back of your mouth instead of using your front teeth. She just looked at me like I was crazy and pointed to where Krispy Kreme donuts used to be on top of the fridge and said, "More please." I felt her pain.
Everyone ate in about 10 minutes' time, so I got up to put Rosie down for a nap and said, "I'll be right back with a new diaper for you, Penelope." I wasn't gone two minutes. Really I wasn't. But as I approached the kitchen table the unmistakeable smell of POOP was in the air. No, surely not, I thought. Maybe I need to brush my teeth. But the guilty look in Penelope's eyes told me all I needed to know. Yes, she had pooped on the bench. The new bench we just got with the dining room table when we swapped with my friend Melody. I bet Melody's kids never pooped on the bench, I thought. They're too angelic for that.
As I finished cleaning the bench and the rear end, Penelope proudly declared, "I poop, Mommy!"
Yes, yes you did.