Hello, I would like to introduce you to super-mom. Yes, that would be me. Today I made baby food. The fact that we were out of baby food and I forgot to buy it when I went to the grocery store *may* have been a factor, don’t judge.
So I opened the can of sweet potatoes (again, here you go with the criticism, I did indeed use canned sweet potatoes instead of peeling, dicing, boiling fresh ones. There is only so much time in a day!) Then popped them in the food processor (okay now, you are getting picky. Mashing by hand does mean I love my child more; that is the way things went in the stone-age, before they invented the wheel. We have gadgets for things now.) Pushing a button to make baby food is the way to go! Ti-da!!! Baby food is made! That only took 10 minutes to make me the most fabulous parent in the whole wide world.
There I am feeding my home-made, canned sweet potato, food processor-ized baby food to Little Man and booming with pride. He is digging it too. I am AWESOME.
THEN, I realize all is quiet in the kitchen. Uh-oh.
Sweet Mom la-di-da sing songy voice. Me: Greyson?? What are you doing?
Inquisitive toddler in la-di-da sing songy voice. Greyson: Playing with the silverware.
Remain calm. Channel the calm, cool, collected voice. Ommmmm.
Me: Greyson you can play with the spoons and forks but leave the knives* alone.
Greyson: I’m already done with those ones Mom. I put them back.
There goes my supermom award. I was in the kitchen 3 minutes ago! They are going to come and take my cape and everything.
*Before you report me to CPS, I was referring to butter knives not steak knives. I am not THAT bad.