Five minutes ago I gave Liam a full sippy cup with the hopes that it would hold him over until I could get lunch together. He just returned with an empty sippy cup with suspicious splatters. He kept pointing to his room so I went with him. I went to pick him up to expedite the process when I realized that what must be the majority of the contents of the sippy cup are now all over the front of his clothes. He was soaked to the skin (and now so am I). I now have an hour to find out where else in my house there is milk (or I guess I could wait a few days and sniff everything until I zero in on the sour stench), give Liam lunch, and give him a bath (there was so much milk in his shirt that when I took it off it soaked his hair and it’s already sour and slightly crunchy). I have no idea how this happened but I feel sure that blogging about it while the clock is ticking was the right decision.