Baby B turned two on Friday. More about that another day.
Today, however, two is not such a good thing.
Every child has to do it. For Miss C it was nail polish. For Mister P it was peanut butter. Baby B's choice, wall spackle. A whole tub of it!
He knew he was in B.I.G. trouble! You can tell by the look on his face.
Thanks to his little adventure I got to spend my Sunday cleaning carpets, walls, counters, furniture, tile and one very spackled boy instead of going to church. You know, because I have nothing better to do right now!
I guess he is no longer Baby B anymore. I need to come up with a new name for him. Suggestions?