Praying the ants don’t find us, part 2

This morning I was on the phone with yet another dr.’s office. It was an excessively annoying call, but should have been a brief one. I gave the girls their pancakes and went into the kitchen to better hear the woman on the phone. The phone call lasted much longer than I had planned, but the girls were being quiet and pleasant, so I thought all was fine. I was happy that they were eating their pancakes.

When I finally went back into the dining room, I did see plates empty of pancakes. A quick survey of the table revealed, however, that the brand-new bottle of syrup was almost empty and that their little paper plates were now overflowing with it! The syrup was running all over the table, dripping onto the floor and through every crevice in the table. My pale little girls were now brown little girls. As I picked up the plates to run them to the trash, they lost structural integrity and poured syrup all over the dining room, kitchen, and all toys on the floor in those two rooms.

I asked the girls to go to the bathroom and wash themselves off. They listened well and came back after a few minutes. They were still sticky everywhere else, but at least their hands were diluted. After scrubbing down the floors and chairs and table for the first of what I am sure will be many times today, I went to help one of the girls in the bathroom, and there I saw syrup handprints everywhere. The sink, the counter, the walls, you name it.

Now it’s the prune juice time of day. Don’t worry ants, we’ll keep you thriving. :)

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