You might have heard me mention that I hate winter and, clearly, it's started to affect my mind. Because, out of sheer desperation, I am resorting to things like this:
Letting my child who cannot manage to get bread from his plate to his mouth without a mess play with shaving cream. I threatened him within an inch of his life not to touch anything with those hands so I could snap a picture and then it took me 20 minutes to clean up. Good times.