On this particular day, I’m home with The Boss. She’s teething, so she’s tired and cranky, just a blast to be around -_- . Joy.
I’m trying to feed Action her food, but she’s fighting me tooth and nail; she’s pushing my hand away and smacking at the spoon. Getting frustrated because I know she’s hungry, I give Action the bowl so she can feed herself. She looks at the bowl, then looks at me and proceeds to fling the bowl across the room like, “Not today Satan!”
“Dammit Action!” (Hence the title of the Chronicles) I yelled as I pulled her out of her high chair. I put her on the floor, screeching, as I sat down to gather my wits. 10 seconds later, the crying stopped. I look over to see the Boss, squatting down nibbling something off the carpet. I get over there and this Bama is eating the very same food that she just threw away. When I tried to stop her from eating off the floor, she starts screaming Bloody murder. “Oh, it’s like that, huh?” I said. I took another bowl of food and dumped it on the carpet. “Bon Apetit!”
When the missus got home from work, she saw Action, happily eating off the floor like she was at an all you can eat buffet. “Uuh, why is my daughter eating off the floor?” The Missus asked. “Because she’s hungry I said.
This is why we ask people to take their shoes off when they come to visit us. We can’t have people stepping on the Action’s ‘plate.” We now refer to her floor eating as “Carpet Cuisine.”
