Choosing your messes...

Kids unerringly find the biggest mud puddles, the tallest pile of leaves, the wettest pile of sand, and the grossest mess left in the corner by a sick pet....So why then, when encouraged by a momma, does a child squirm away from a mess prime for the playing in?

The other night we finally carved our pumpkin...and the only time Alyssa wanted to touch the ickiness was trying to put it back into the pumpkin!  I think she was trying to clean up the mess Momma was making....Awfully nice of her to help clean up the one time I'm NOT asking her to do so.

She also demanded the use of the sharp tools.  Momma didn't go for that one though.  Alyssa was given the pokey (serrated) spoon and the pumpkin top.  This is where you say, a toddler with a pokey scraping spoon?  Are you nuts?  Apparently I am because after being chased away from the sharper tools, Alyssa in a fit ran away with the spoon.  Yes the dish is upset over the kidnapping.

The Nuk typically stays in bed....

Momma gave the Nuk to avoid "spoon" fed raw pumpkin guts.

She did lose the spoon privileges after jumping onto the couch with no regards to Momma's command for her to be careful and bring the spoon back.

Yes...Momma's carving skills are sadly lacking....