I saw her come toward me with the new bottle of syrup, straight out of the pantry. I told her not to eat that and please put it away, but I was not really paying good attention to her. She walked away.
When she came back I smelled syrup on her, so my antennas went up. I looked up at her and realized that I didn't know where the syrup bottle was. I asked her. She sighed and tilted her head in her thinking mode. "I am really sorry, Mom," she said in her matter of fact voice.
"Marley where is the syrup?" "I poured it out." I am thinking oh no, I will be cleaning syrup off the wood floor for the next half hour. Nope. Worse. "Under the dining room table." How long does it take to scoop 23 oz. of pancake syrup off a rug???
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