I warned him...

I told him that Laurel was going to spill that kefir if he left her alone, and sure enough when she got almost to the bottom of the cup, and got impatient, she tipped it over, like she does every time and it spilled everywhere. All over her pajamas and the chair. "Uh-oh," she said. "I told you so," I said. And M just laughed, because it was funny...a toddler covered in kefir, looking somewhere between disgusted and delighted.

And then he made me watch this joke, while he scooped Laurel up and took her upstairs to change her, and I laughed and laughed.

And that's a Saturday morning around here.