Telling Teague to stop what he is doing is like telling a cat to come. It may happen, but it isn't because of what you said. I can't count the number of times a day I say "walking feet" or "stop running" but someone is always running. Always. Tonight was no exception.
After fleaing from the table, Teague was tearing through the living room when he fell face first into a wall. I heard the thud, but since it wasn't followed by screaming I was more worried about missing my opportunity to clean him off than him being hurt. Tonight's dinner was crepes with a strawberry sauce. Of course Teague only licked the sauce off the crepes, leaving speckles of strawberries all over.
I got him cleaned off and sent him on his way. A friend of mine told me that a boy is noise with dirt on it and that couldn't be more true about Teague. I wasn't surprised when a few minutes later I had to get more strawberry sauce off his head. It wasn't until I had made sure all the dishes were rinsed off and I was still wiping sauce off his head that I realized it wasn't strawberries. Whoops.
The lesson is that blood and strawberry sauce look identical on a noise with dirt on it.
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