Please, oh Please, Mr. Shreddies Man?!

Have you ever woken up in the morning and instantly known precisely what special task you wanted to take on that day? I experienced that phenomenon on Saturday morning.

I woke up with the aching desire to clean up partially dried n' crusty previously mushed up Shreddies mess from random kitchen furniture, tile flooring, walls, clothing, and human hair (if possible). Well, I was in for a treat. As it turns out, I have an 11 month old boy who was more than happy to provide me the opportunity i was yearning for.

Rach just started back to work after her mat leave. She was working her first weekend shift on a every other weekend contract. So, I was alone with No-Lo and The Rube. And I gave Ruben a full bowl of Shreddies (with extra milkage drained, of course) to go nuts with.

Today was the first day my kids have EVER had an early morning bath. I took one look at Rubes after breakfast, and headed for the bathroom to start the water running. I asked Noah: "Hey, you wanna have bath?" She stared at me for awhile trying to comprehend why her idiot father was changing the rules. Then she looked straight into my eyes and in a very serious Noah tone, she answered: "Yes. I do."

After their bath it literally took me 40 minutes to clean up his mess.

Looking back now, I realize that he didn't actually get any on the walls. It would seem that the new Diamond Shreddies don't fly with the same arc as the old Square Shreddies did. Oh well, I guess you can't have ALL your dreams come true. But I was close.