this morning #902.

this morning, in one fell swoop, breakfast was spread across the floor. she seemed to find the whole thing historically hilarious. it was sort of psychotic, the way her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she whooped like a drunk college girl & kicked at the sides of her high chair. my lil’ chaos agent in training. for the third time this week, i found myself kneeling on the floor corralling cheerios & wiping away strawberry stains. my stern NOs obviously weren’t working. i wondered why. when does the slippery slope start? when should i start worrying that these outbursts are a sign of something more sinister? i pray that it’s all just a passing phase & not part of some baffling, full-blown pathology.