February 20, 2011
Shake It Up
When my two year-old gets upset, he shakes things. This isn't a problem if he is holding his blanket, a stuffed animal, or a can of oil-rubbed bronze spray paint.
However, things get ugly real quick when he is holding a cup filled with liquid.
Let me explain.
On Saturday, my husband took the twins down to Boca Raton to help my cousin with his Eagle Scout project. I stayed home with my daughter and Cameron.
We spent the morning painting our fingernails (Cameron included), eating cookies, and cleaning up cat vomit. At noon, my daughter announced that it was time to go out to eat.
"Where do you want to go?" I asked. She told me about a fast food Chinese restaurant with an endless supply of fortune cookies.
"You can eat as many as you want," she said authoritatively.
That sealed the deal.
Cameron held it together for most of the meal. While my daughter was consuming her third fortune cookie, he started to arch his back and make scary noises.
"We gotta go," I said quickly, popping out of my chair.
I wasn't fast enough. He grabbed hold of my drink and shook it. The top came flying off and the rest is history.
I owe seven people new shirts.
I have never been more mortified in my life. Except for the time that my son ran away from me at Macy's and they had to lock down the mall (we found him hiding in a dressing room 30 minutes later).
The people who were doused in lemonade were remarkably kind when they realized that the perpetrator was a frustrated toddler with issues.
I couldn't get out of the restaurant fast enough.
My daughter pouted the whole way home.
"No fair," she cried. "I was going to eat five more fortune cookies before we left."