Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Heavy Cream

Jack is going to daycare two mornings a week. I'm not used to getting a toddler ready in the morning--just getting myself out the door, clothed, is sometimes a challenge. On his first day I woke up early. I'd put his outfit out the previous night, I was attempting to be organized. 

I made sure he had an extra outfit, diapers, wipes, a snack, a drink, a pacifier, and blueprints of the NiƱa, Pinta, and the Santa Maria, all in his bag. On my way out the door I grabbed a pint of heavy whipping cream, and stashed it in my purse. I was looking forward to putting it in my coffee when I got to work, or pouring it down my throat for lunch, either one. 

I dropped Jack off without incident, and made it to work on time. I was feeling quite accomplished. Quite adult. About 10:00 a.m. the phone rang, it was the babysitter.

"I noticed that Jack has cereal in his bag, and a pint of heavy whipping cream. Is the cream for the cereal or do you put that in his bottle?"

Yes, I'm hoping Jack will win the blue ribbon this year at the county fair, we've been fattening him up on heavy whipping cream for two years. 

The cream had actually spilled all over the inside of Jack's bag. Jack's babysitter was nice enough to wash his bag, and to believe my explanation about cream going in coffee and not babies . The moral of the story is: There is no use crying over spilled heavy whipping cream.

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