This will be a short one. Because really, what more is there to say?
I took a shower. I got dressed. I combed my hair. I got Child #2 and Child #3 up and they got ready for church. I dressed Demon Baby for church (jeans and a sweater) and settled him in with a video and some juice downstairs in the TV room, while I brushed my teeth and put on lipstick and a fast coat of mascara upstairs.
Note to self: Any time there is more than 3 feet between me and Demon Baby, trouble results.
The three of us (me, Child #2, and Child #3) went downstairs. I walked into the family room.
And there was the now-NAKED Demon Baby. And while I was in the bathroom, he took out a vanilla ice cream cup from the freezer, and found a full bottle of multicolored sprinkles.
And suffice it to say, he, his feet, his stomach, his hair, his face, and most importantly his penis . . . were all . . . covered in vanilla ice cream and sprinkles.
It is Sunday.
You can guess that ALL my prayers were for patience.
Because I am convinced even the mother of GOD would have gray hair from this Demon Baby.