I came downstairs a few mornings ago, where Nicholas was playing by himself,
and the first thing I saw was my little boy with his sippy cup of juice, sitting next to the clean pants I was about to change into,
holding the sippy cup upside down so that it would drip, slowly, onto my pants.
There was quite a puddle, so he must have been doing it for a relatively long time.
"Nicholas!" I said, "What are you doing?" In that Mom voice, you know-shock and disapproval with the undertones of confusion, polished with love.
He looked up with his big blue eyes, shrugged his shoulders and said,
Can't you see, Mom, this is a party!
And I'm sure it was a pretty fun party while it lasted.
I have to say, I love those moments when you just can't get mad because you're laughing too hard.