Crumbs, pool water, mud, juice.
I have accepted that. Because my dirty kitchen floors are evidence of healthy, happy children living an enriching life.
I was happy to be cleaning up these little wet footprints from my floor.
Brinny was so content dumping water from bowl to bowl and stirring it up with spoons.
And then sitting in the water.
That’s one delighted girl. A messy kitchen floor is so worth all the smiles.
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