Yesterday I served Julie her pretzel sticks and cream cheese for breakfast and went to the laundry room to do, well, laundry. When I came back to the kitchen, I saw this:
Yes, Julie was wearing safety goggles, as if they just arrived by themselves on her wee face. She was sitting with a plain face when I left. When I came back, goggles had appeared. No laughter, no pittering of feet, a total shock to this Mama.
When I replied "Oh, those are nifty," Julie calmly replied "Mama, I didn't want to get PWETZELS in my eyes!"
She ain't no dummy, gifted and talented I tell you.