She’s at it again.
Anabella got her little hands on a very large tube of toothpaste and went to town … the carpet, the mirrors, the bathroom floor, the side of my bed, the bathroom scale … nothing was safe. We’re not even sure when she had time to do it.
So as one of my new year’s resolutions, I am choosing to view these incidents in a new way. Instead of cussing, wishing she would get past this phase quickly, and being pissed because I have no clue how to get toothpaste out of carpet, I’m going to think “Wow! She sure is creative.” or “I’m glad Anabella enjoys finding new ways to express herself.”
I’m going to laugh and enjoy the ride.
And I’m going to remind myself that the Toothpaste Ride is a LOT more fun than the Poop Ride.
— The B.S. Cafe is now serving minty-fresh breath.