Ever have one of those "Oh, no!" moments while driving and you almost slam on the brakes in response?
I had one of those today. My whirling dervish stated matter of factly, "Mommy. I spilled." Now, I've never been accused of being laid back, in fact I am the exact opposite on just about any occasion. So, while my heart was doing the quick step in my chest, I resisted the urge to bring the mommy mobile to a screeching halt. Especially since the current mommy mobile also happens to be a borrowed mobile. Plus I am not sure the already harried-looking Lexus owner behind me would have appreciated my sudden suspension of movement.
I'm just guessing here.
It eventually dawned on me that I had given him a water bottle at the beginning of our short trip -- not a stain worthy liquid. Wondering if there was a Mark sized set of spare set of clothes still in the van I asked, "OK, Mark," I sighed while eyeballing him in my rear view mirror, "where did you spill?"
"In my mouth!"
Oh, the sweet little chickadees know which buttons to push every single time, don't they?