Good/Bad

Bad: hearing the phrase, "Mommy, we made glue out of eggs!" from your two youngest dudes.

Good: peeping cautiously into the fridge and realizing that isn't true, the eggs are fine.

Bad: realizing that the "glue" in question is not actually eggs, but is in fact peanut butter. All over the tabletop. Like 1/8" deep.

Think about that for just a minute. Peanut butter. On a wooden tabletop. Gumming up the surface, settling into each tiny groove. It's less like glue and more like ... well, paste. And when you try to wipe it with a paper towel? It just smeeeeears dryly all over the place. Peanut butter doesn't exactly absorb, you know?

I had to use a plastic scraper, y'all. And then tackle it with cleaner and paper towels and enough force to make my arms feel like they were gonna fall off.

... Twice.

These boys are lucky I like 'em.