At dinner Jack has a full glass of chocolate milk. He spills the whole thing towards me, pooling across the table, on the floor, and on me. I try to catch it in my skirt. Ben rushes for rags.
After a long pause, Jack says politely, "I need more chocolate milk."
No kidding, kid.
We laugh and mop it up. I opt to shimmy out of my skirt and use it as a rag. Jack looks at me and says, "You got chocolate milk on your skirt, Mommy."
I chuckle as I run upstairs to change. What a helpful child.