When Two Year Olds are Two Year Olds...

After our lunch of bread and honey butter, I was loading the dishwasher when Jenna Beth came to ask me-

"Tan I lick du honey?"
"Ok," I replied, not knowing exactly what she meant - and not really caring either.

A few moments later I heard Jenna's frantic cry,

"Eleah! I pilled du honey! I pilled du honey!"

Swiftly, I ran to the kitchen table and saw - oh no! - a great big puddle of sticky honey on our table.

"I pilled du honey, Eleah... Tan I lick it?"

Mom was able to salvage a whole teacup full.