Also, did you notice how hard it is to find a fitting punishment for kids? Many times taking away privileges from kids feels like punishment for their parents. Also, I think it would be hard for a kid to connect not getting to see his favorite cartoon or ice cream and his bad behavior a day before, making the learning from his punishment nearly worthless.
Well, today I was still sleeping when SubHub left for synagogue. I guess kids got up with him. I wasn't sure what time it was when my little boy came over to my bed and proudly announced that he was naked. Oh great, I thought. Now I have to get up and put on a diaper. Another minute, I thought, and offered him to come under my blanket. He started climbing into my bed, and I offered to help him . My hand touched his naked buttocks and slipped on something creamy. My state of haze and dreaminess was gone in a second.
"What is it?" I
I am proud to say I almost didn't yell. At the beginning. I decided to do something more evil. Firstly, I had to wash DS's butt and hair in cool water since hot wasn't available. He didn't mind much since it is now summer and the water is never really cold. Afterwards, I told DD that I would not clean up the mess. I would let daddy take care of it. You should've looked at that kid! (I dare anyone say that those little ones don't understand that they have done something wrong!) She got hysterical. She DEMANDED that I started cleaning their room, RIGHT AWAY! And then she cried and cried all the while repeating I WANT YOU TO CLEAN MY ROOM. I decided to go in again to reassess the damage. Dirty carpet. Dirty pajamas, both his and hers. DD's bedding was partially covered in yogurt as well. A doll's dress lying in the pool of yogurt had to be thrown out. Basically, everything in the room was somehow touched by the sweet sticky substance and smelled of artificial vanilla. And then I saw something that made me lose my cool... I saw my new black dressy bought-only-two-days-ago-and-never-worn-yet shoes in their room, defiled by yogurt as if they were some old pair of stinky slippers...
For those who don't know this little fact about me - I am picky about shoes. I don't like flats and can't wear very high heel. I also don't wear open-toe shoes and am very particular about their shape. Long story short, I am not picky about many things, but my shoes have to be almost perfect just to consider looking at them in the store. Well, it only took me two months of intense searching to finally find nice enough summer shoes to wear to the wedding on Wednesday. Now these shoes were lying in the middle of mess covered in something sweet and sticky. I am not above admitting that I
I am not above admitting that I went (deep down inside and quietly): GOTCHA!
And the answer to the title line is of course... YOGURT. The only thing left to find out is what the heck they were doing with all that yogurt and why. I am really curious. But so far neither I nor SubHub were able to get an answer. I know that the truth is out there, but I resolved myself to the possibility that we might never find it...