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Monday, April 10, 2006

With Relish

We've been working on drinking from cups (well, El Guille has been working on it as I have mastered this skill quite some time ago.) Along with transferring liquid to mouth not spilling has become quite the focus. "Dooonnn't spppiiillll," he says merrily. Occasionally, he has accidentally spilled on mama. Now, if I'd just give up merino and silk, this wouldn't be a problem (this will not happen.) "Doooon't spiilll mama," he says, shaking his head seriously.

Today I was collating some documents. My bed was a nice wide workspace so I was perched in the corner attending my duties. El Guille picked up my water bottle and said "Don't spill!" I nodded and verbally confirmed. I asked him to put it down. He spilled a little on himself. "Don't spill," he said whining a little. And then. He came over to me, looked me in the eye, and said "Don't spill mama," and, on purpose and with relish, dumped the whole bottle in my lap, on my legs, all over my papers, and in my bed.

5 comments:

wendysue said...

stinker. My favorite "don't spill" moment was when we were out to eat and my little one "with relish" dumped her whole cup of lemonade. . .right. . .in. . .my. . . purse. thanks.

Kiki said...

You just got punk'd!

LuckyRedHen said...

See, you should've named him Gilly.

La Yen said...

Military school.

more caffeine, please said...

I love that moment just before they do something really naughty and they're looking at you like, "You've been warned..." and then, like a bad slow motion movie take, they desssstrrrrooyy all that's good and lovely in this world.