Easter Dinner With a Two Year Old

After an eventful Easter day that included a morning egg hunt — kicked of early by Son #4, who got out of bed and got started before Mom and Dad were up! — a hike at the local botanical gardens, cake decorating (we always bake four small cakes on both Christmas and Easter and let the boys decorate them however they wish), and egg decorating (see the photo, above), we finally sat down for dinner.

In short, the food was great. So good, in fact, that Son #1 proclaimed “We should tell people that we eat like this all the time. They’d think we have a professional cook and a butler.” I responded that they do have a cook and butler — in the form of their mom. To this, Son #2 responded “No, Mom’s more like a cook and a maid. Maybe you can be our butler, Dad.”

Anyway, I digress. While the food itself was great, our Easter dinner was far from a stress-free dining experience thanks to Son #4… Halfway through dinner, he stood up on his chair to reach across the table. Unfortunately, as he drew his arm back, he knocked over his glass of milk. Half went into Son #2’s lap, and the rest splashed across the floor. No problem, I thought. I’ve cleaned up much worse.

Not long after that, he hopped out of his chair and ran into the other room. Given all that was going on, neither my wife or I really noticed. Neither of us noticed, that is, until he came back in and announced “I went pee in the living room.” Sure enough, despite being potty-trained, he left a major puddle right in front of the fireplace.

Oh, the joys of parenting…