A Thousand Pictures is Worth a Giggle.....

Our precious (four-year-old grandson) Clark is NOT licking KFC’s finger-lickin’ chicken off his fingers;  and it’s NOT sugary glaze off Sunday morning’s donuts;  and he’s NOT cleaning up the last bit of cherry Lick-um-Ade off his fingers!  It’s another daily episode  of JOY in OUR RETIREMENT YEARS!

 Anytime we have Clark, I always ride in the back seat, next to Clark, while Irwin chauffeurs us about town, running our errands…and we usually end up sharing our treats….which today, was my favorite 44-oz. “gut-buster” of iced cold tea.   

I hopped out of the back seat at Home Depot to do a quick exchange of handy hardware, leaving Clark in the perfect care of his granddaddy (who happened to be in the drivers’ seat) leaving Clark playing with his games, in the back seat (in his child safety-seat). 

I was inside a little longer than the five minutes I had expected, due to eight involved excuses in the exchange line.  When I finally exited the store, I noticed a interesting cloud of white dust moving low across the parking lot, like the results of some kind of explosion.   As I approached our car, for some strange reason, I got a ravenous urge for a tall cup of my favorite Vanilla-Caramel coffee.  When I opened the back door of the car, behold “the source of the white cloud” wearing a most adorable contented smile!

  

My “gut-buster” of iced tea was overflowing with Vanilla-Caramel coffee creamer (which WILL NOT dissolve in iced tea).  Clark had obviously attempted to stir the full content of my Vanilla-Caramel coffee creamer with his finger.  And when it did not dissolve….he then tried to push the creamer powder under the liquid with his fist.  When his desire was not accomplished he pushed with both hands into the cup.  With nowhere for the powder to go but up…and up …and up….and out the windows..….thus the cloud of white dust!  The failure to dissolve was not a disappointment to Clark in the LEAST.  It stuck to his fingers, hands and melted down his arms.  Wow!  What a treat as he began to lick his fingers.  His mouth went through every imaginable variation as his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and his tongue attempted to push it's way to the outside of the powder.  His lips looked like he had kissed a snow-drift.  His eyelashes were like fairy dust on a white cupcake as he blinked as he repeated over and over, "It's good!  It's very good!"

 The old saying goes, "As the dust settled...," his very cute and very short hair became the target of several teaspoonfuls of white creamer.  (How do I know the almost  accurate  measurement ??? …..because this had been my brand NEW $4.50 container of creamer and there was at least a cup of white powder in the back seat and floor of the car…..and another cup and a half floating across the parking lot and down the interstate!)

I gently blew puffs of air across Clark's face, through my giggles.  I  grabbed my ever-present camera for historical (and hysterical) proof.  It turned into a burst of laughter as I used up  ¾ of a package of handy-wipes  cleaning up the seat as I let Clark finish up his own “clean-up”.  When I gained composure, I tapped Irwin on the shoulder and pointed toward home.  He was listening to the radio and had missed the whole episode.  After all, how much noise does Vanilla-Caramel coffee creamer make?