Chris was right…
So we were out this morning having a birthday brunch for Grandpop. Natalie was in a good mood, but toward the end of the meal was in need of some new entertainment. I suggested we let her play with the basket of butter, jelly, and syrup packets. Chris immediately raised his eyebrows and looked at me like I’m crazy.
Chris, says cautiously: “I don’t think that’s such a good idea…”
Me, slightly defensive: “Why not? She loves taking things out of containers and then putting them back in. It’ll be fine.”
Chris, irritated: “There’s going to be syrup all over the place!”
Me, humoring him: “Okay, take the syrup packets out just in case…”
Grandpop, trying to be neutral: “Yeah, she’s not that dexterous yet. She can’t peal open these packets.”
Chris, now looking worried and annoyed, says exasperatedly: “Alright…”
Natalie very excitedly goes about digging in the basket, taking stuff out and putting it back in.
A couple minutes later…
Grandpop, who was holding Natalie: “Uh oh!”
Chris, looking over and seeing the broken jelly packet, with jelly oozing out all over Natalie’s hand and Grandpop’s pants: “See! I told you so! No one ever listens to me…”
Me, sheepishly pulling out the last wipe in the diaper bag: “Oops…Who knew she could squeeze hard enough the bust open the packet?!?!?!”
Chris: “I knew. She’s very strong!”
Me: “Yes, honey, you were right.”
