Prune Feet

WARNING: For those sensitive viewers out there, you may want to bypass this entry, as it probably falls under the "Too Much Information" category.


Yes, those are Samuel's feet squishing in recycled prunes. Shortly after the post below, it has now been decided that prunes are NOT our friends, but simply a necessary evil. Those pesky prunes just keep showing back up in the most inconvenient ways and seemingly in greater quantities than originally went in! Samuel was laughing and playing, apparently unconcerned about the situation. Reluctant for what lay ahead (or further up the legs), Mom called her mother who asked "when is Mark getting home? perhaps you could just leave Samuel in the exersaucer for Mark to discover, as though you hadn't noticed". Tempting thought---since Mark missed the spit-up prunes YESTERDAY in Mom's hair, down the back of Mom's top and skirt, in a puddle on the carpet, and he also missed the "prune party" Mom had already cleaned up earlier today (somewhere between the input and the output, they really do seem to multiply)---but Mark wouldn't be home for about 2 hours. (He misses all the fun by going to work everyday.) Trying to postpone the cleanup a little longer, Mom did think to capture the above picture for nagging and blackmail purposes when Samuel is a teenager. It took two baths to get him cleaned up; the clothes and the cloth seat are outside in the rain "pre-rinsing"; and half-a-container of disinfectant wipes later, it seems those prunes are gone for good. I'm sure they're lurking around here somewhere though, multiplying, and just waiting to jump out when it's least expected.....