On a different note,
This is what I saw when I walked in the door.
An open jar of peanut butter between her legs.
Peanut butter on everything, the couch, her hands, her hair, her diaper.
I had to ask myself
A. Wasn't somebody supposed to be watching her?
B. Do I dare wake her to give her a bath?
I opted for a baby wipe bath.
I reprimanded the children.
I wonder, do you think she loves peanut butter as much as me?