So, I’m cleaning Graham’s room today and lift up the bedskirt on his crib. And what do I find? But a stash of my son’s tossed, finished bottles of milk. Nasty, dried, yellowed (even greened), rotten milk remains. Um, gross. Guess that’s what I get for breaking the Don’t-put-them-to-bed-with-a-bottle Rule. I really do try not to do it. But I guess this is proof that I have. But only seven times. I swear.
Seriously! How nasty are these! They must be like six months old to have the milk turn GREEN.
And the Mother of the Year Award goes to…