I was stealthly hiding hubby's graduation present when I heard a familiar bowl clanking around on the floor upstairs. I tear up the stairs to intercede, but alas, I was too late.
My beloved baby had wet cat food for lunch.
It was in her mouth, she had a foot in the bowl, and had a fistful of the smelly squishy stuff that I had to pry out.
She appeared to really enjoy it.
This is not the first child to attempt this.
It still grosses me out.
Want to know the sad part? I actually paused for a moment, wondering if I should take a picture of her with cat food in hand and smeared on her mouth, just for my blogging friends.
Oh, knock it off. Obviously, there is no picture with this post, so I didn't do it. I got the cat food off of her hand and dug it out of her mouth as quick as possible.
After only a small pause for the value of grossing you all out as well.