Ian was having breakfast and spilled a bunch of milk into his bib, unbenownst to me. He later dropped it on the floor and as I was passing by, I tried to pick it up with my foot. I got the bib, but the milk made an impressive spray all down the hall and on to the walls and bathroom door. My mom looked down the hall and said, in an astonished voice “That was a miracle!” Ian looks at the milk, looks at my mom and proclaims “That’s not a miracle, that’s a mess!”
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