My daughter is incredibly busy. Into everything busy. I can't sit and do anything busy. Almost never stops busy.
Finleigh opens the fridge door, grabs a cucumber, brings it over to me and says, "cu, cu". Which I assume means "cut". I think this is strange because she doesn't usually eat cucumber, but who am I to refuse a kid a healthy snack?
So I slice up half the cucumber, put it in a bowl, call the boys over and the kids have a cucumber snack. Or rather, the boys have a cucumber snack. Finleigh has lost interest by this point and is off to bigger and better things. I wrap up the remaining half of the cucumber, put it back in the fridge and head off to do whatever it is that I deem important.
The boys finish their snack and go on their merry way.
Finleigh then reenters the kitchen, pulls out a table knife from the cutlery drawer, retrieves the cucumber from the fridge and goes on to, "cu, cu".
Don't believe me? I have photographic proof.
And from the other side.
Oh. My. Word.
What on earth is a mama to do?