So one of Jack's very favorite foods is yogurt. Which he pronounces, "wer-git." It's really funny. He prefers it in the drinkable form, and I always keep a LOT of it in the fridge. (He's been known to plow through 3 bottles in a sitting, which might explain the juicy diapers...ew!) I can't help but acquiesce to his wergit requests, and I often (shamelessly) make him repeat himself just to hear him say it...it's so funny!
Usually he is very docile with the wergit-drinking. I give it to him, to shake up of course, and then I puncture the foil top with a straw and he goes and sits, quietly sipping away, on the couch. Well, today I administered the wergit and went about dumping (yes DUMPING) the dishwasher only to find, after a great deal of suspicious silence, that he had emptied his wergit into a box of tissues on the coffee table and then proceeded to pull out several and drape them over things...one of them being Dinah. (She was in ecstacy, she loves any form of dairy.) So I had to yell about the wergit (and it's very hard to remember to call it "yogurt" after all his wergit-ing) and wash two pillows and a blanket---and spot clean the couch and dog.
Needless to say I am at a loss---do I endlessly patrol his wergit-drinking or can I trust him again? Can you ever really trust a 2 1/2 year old? I suspect that the answer is "definitely NOT."
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