I woke up to a beautiful morning. I woke up to a creamy chocolate-y scented room. I would have thought I’m somewhere other than my room had it not for my son who was tugging at my arm and asking for “music” while pointing to my iPod.
In my groggy state, I looked around. There were puddles of brown liquid on his table and on the rubber mats. Remember the creamy chocolate-y scent I mentioned? I was not wrong. My son must be a god to the ants. And I have all the more reason to believe this when, fully awake now, I noticed that his cute little head was good gracious — all drenched with chocolate milk!
Later in the morning, I heard glass breaking and my mother calling out my name. My son, cool and innocent, was in the middle of all the mess.
So it cannot get worse than this ri—
*** PC reset***
(That was my two-year old son, he pressed the power button and I lost some of the things I’ve written.)
