Oh, but I did manage to completely cover my shirt in mustard after buying Jacob a pretzel. They had those gigantic squirt bottles on the side so I innocently pressed down on one to get Jacob a tiny glob of mustard for dipping, when the darn thing shot out at me like a crazy mustard geyser. My ever-growing belly was the perfect target and I was completely doused in yellow mustard. There should be a warning label on those things. Someone could have been hurt. Mustard in the eye, mustard in an open wound, you get the idea...
By the way, I should also mention that Jacob got a haircut on Sunday which explains the crazy sideburns he's sporting these days. I always tell the stylist to cut it short in the back and leave it longer on the top but I think this guy must have had trouble understanding english because he clearly did not listen to a word I said. Please recognize that I did NOT approve the 5-inch-too-short sideburns. I was having a panic attack the entire time he was sitting in that chair. And I thought my anxiety during my own haircuts was bad...it didn't even compare!
I did not approve of this military style haircut:
Gotta love great big bubble wands...
and balls in water...
and giant pinheads...
and tunnels...
and big foam blocks...
and adorable baby water smocks...
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