Friday, March 14, 2008
As of this morning, my comment, about how I should be grateful she didn’t get into the milk, no longer applies. Dana grabbed a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch from a carelessly unlocked pantry this morning, brought it into her downstairs bed. She also grabbed a Nestle Chocolate Milk box from the same shelf (!!!), spilling chocolate mile onto her bed, and over the cereal and the carpet in foyer. Miraculously, when questioned about the incident, Dana had no recollection of any of the events and denied all accountability. But she did lick my face. Repeatedly.