The Perfect Storm

Posted by kara

Once in a while, events will line up to create the perfect storm. In Toshi’s case, it was a salt storm.

It all starts with a pregnant, tired mom. Then Toshi insists she is not ready to get down from her booster seat. So I pull out her chair so she can get down when she is ready. Then I clear away dishes and start cleaning the kitchen. Everything is lining up. It becomes even more perfect when grandparents have visited and salt/pepper shakers are left on the table. (Pregnant mom forgot to warn them not to leave them on the table.)

So then I hear, “I’m cleaning the table, Mom! I’m cleaning the table!”

“Great!” I say, thinking she is taking some leftover Five Guy napkins and rubbing them on the table. Then I hear a little shake shake shake. Oooooooh THAT’S what she’s doing….