. . . when your two-year-old daughter spits on the floor in her bedroom.
Blatantly, shamelessly spits on her bedroom floor.
I didn’t even have to say anything. I think the appalled look on my face must have told her that behavior was completely unacceptable.
She quickly scuffed her shoe over the spit on the floor and smiled nervously. “Don’t worry, Mom. I cleaned it up with my shoe!”
Cute kids…..and blog!
Saw you left a comment on another blog (I think…We are THAT family) and thought I’d hop over to meet ya.
I live in Indiana….used to live in Louisville Ky and some of your pictures looked like Louisvile?!!
I hope there isn’t a genetic component here. My dad grew up out in the woods of Maine, and he sometimes spits when he’s outside. I remember Derick once spit on the ground when we were out walking. (I think it was Derick–if it was Daniel, the link is even stronger.) When I reprimanded him, he looked up at me and said proudly, “Grandpa do it. I do it too.”