Have you ever put groceries just inside the doorway?
You know, on those cold days where you want to get everything out of the car and into the house with minimal fuss. Once everything is inside, you move the groceries from your staging area to where they belong.
Shane likes to help. He is strong enough that he can pick up a box of Mommy's diet ginger ales and carry it to the kitchen! Then he'll run back for the 12-pack of diet root beers next.
Yesterday, I put a bottle of Strawberry-Banana V8 Juice in the entrance hallway.
It was big and red and must have looked awesome, because Shane snatched it up. It was also much lighter than soda cans. I know this, because Shane ran around the corner with it and hurled it like a javelin. There was a *crash!* (expected!) and then a *whoosh!* (unexpected!)!
The juice landed nose down and the top broke. Plastic shattered and red juice gushed out onto the walls and in an ever-growing pool on the floor.
Shane was pretty proud of himself. I think he was still on a high in time-out with Mommy. It took almost half a roll of paper towels for Daddy to wipe down the walls, kitchen half-door, and floors.
It was annoying then, but I can laugh about it enough now to post it online.
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