Perfect moms don’t blink an eye when a child spills…the rest of us, perfectly imperfect moms, roll ours! I noticed the spillage at my home was often accompanied by another unrelated episode which would increase the liquid mess. For instance, in remarkable and unbelievable kid timing, while one child clandestinely fed the dog bacon under the table, the spiller knocked his cup. A series of unfortunate events ensued. It may look like this (You might be wondering how I know this. My lips are sealed!): The dog freaks, blasts out from under the table, runs beneath the shower of white, …
