Jacob has the Midas touch. Except instead of gold, everything he touches turns to crumbs. Crumbs that get flung from his tiny baby fists across the expanse of my dining room.
Crumbs that stick to his clothes and spread throughout the house with every move he makes.
Crumbs that get dropped, rolled or pushed from the table because babies love that game.
So for the majority of the day, this is what my floor looks like. Because there are only a few hours between breakfast and lunch, and not much more between lunch and dinner. And it seems silly to waste time sweeping between meals when the crumb harvest is so much more rewarding if we wait until evening.
Someday, I'll look back on this and laugh. Today, it makes me cringe a little.
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