That's Nasty

Okay. I have a date with my couch in about thirty minutes for my nightly Star Trek episode. So I think I'll just share with you my fun experience of the day. Okay, so really it's just Abby's experience for the day. But I had to witness it and it was enough to make my stomach go all queezy. Apparently, no matter how high or how far back I put things that I don't want the kids to reach, it will inevitably be reachable by one or both of the monkeys. I make banana shakes every morning. Basically it is just their soy-milk with a banana blended into it. But they love it and have one nearly every single morning. Today Alex ate so much breakfast that he didn't drink all of his. So I threw his cup in the sink and forgot to rinse it out. Well...miss Abby decided tonight that I wasn't getting dinner ready fast enough. So after I realized that it was much too quiet for two toddlers, I went looking for her, only to find her under her cube slide, hiding out. She had somehow climbed up, fished the nasty old cup of banana milk (at least 8 hours old) out of the sink, and took off to go drink it. By the time I got to her, it was all but gone. First, I grabbed it out of her tiny guilty hands...then I gagged a few times...then I tried to explain to her that it was yucky to do something like that. She grinned and said 'good shake mom.' I then proceeded to gag again. Eww. Since then, I have been fully prepared to clean up vomit at some point tonight. But so far so good. Good thing soy-milk doesn't curdle as fast as milk. But still....that's nasty.