Casualty

This afternoon, my carpet was a Conference Call Casualty. While mommy was trying to do some paying work, Chase decided to play Waitress.

She took a bowl of tomato soup off the kitchen counter. She took a glass of chocolate milk off the kitchen table. She put them both on a tray and decided to carry them into the living room.

Ellis came shrieking up the stairs. "Mommy, Chase spilled her food on the floor. ALL OF IT."

As I hold my hand over the receiver and walk down to the living room, I behold this:


It was probably a good thing that I was on a call and had to remain calm and quiet. I had another half hour before I could get off the call and deal with this mess.

Chase's only comment? "I was being careful. I REALLY was."

Ah huh.