Today I took the baby yoys to the aquarium. After we had seen all of the exhibits we decided to eat lunch.
As I perused the food choices, I decided on a turkey sandwich for me and a PB&J sandwich for Big E. In my mind I pictured him sitting nicely enjoying his little sandwich. Reality bites.
I was eating my sandwich when Aunt Yoy alerted me to the sandwich massacre happening in the highchair next to me. I glanced over and saw Big E had pulled apart the bread and was doing a faceplant into the jelly side. He then proceeded to run his hands over his sticky face. But it didn't stop there. For those of you that have ever eaten a meal next to Big E, you know he can be a little touchy/feely. He jellied me, the table, Cousin Yoy's stroller, and the back of his own head (my personal favorite).
Looking back, I have to say that PB&J was a bad mommy decision. I'm not sure where my brain was. Minus one for me.
And now I've got Destiny's Child running through my head.