On weeks like this, you know when it snows when it's not suppose to, we create our own fun.
Fun that allows us to let loose.
To get disastrous.
Fun that needs to be contained.
Enter... Pudding.
I've posted a couple times on our fun with pudding in the past. But for the first time Rylee didn't wig out and joined in. In fact, she created most of the creative mess. However, she couldn't get over the fact that her panties kept getting dirty. I reassured her we'd wash them really good. She said she that would be a really good idea (shhhh... dont' tell her they are in the trash)
This every-once-in-a-great-while activity always helps a dreary day out. I mean, what kid doesn't want to eat, play, throw, stir, lick and swim in a chocolate, dirty mess?
