Mommy's Lost Her MarblesThis morning I was racing out the door at the unholy hour of 8:45 a.m. to get the two youngest to a doctor's appointment. Breakfast, if you can call it that, was jelly toast in the car. So as to not totally destroy the little girls' clothes, we stuck bibs on them after we got them buckled into the carseats.
A few minutes into the car ride, the three year old said, "Here, mommy, I'm all done."
Thinking she was handing me the rest of her uneaten toast and not wanting her to be hungry at the doctor's office, I said, "No, honey, eat it."
There was a long silence in the back seat. Then she said in tones of disbelief, "Eat my bib?"