One beautiful morning as I was sitting at one end of the table working on the computer, Zoe was sitting at the other end eating waffles for breakfast. I heard her saying "Wash. Wash. Wash." I thought she had grabbed a napkin and was wiping the table in front of her off. That would be what she usually does, but not this time. This is what I saw when I looked up.
That would be syrup she is rubbing all over her hands and table.
Talk about a sticky situation. Oy vey!!
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