Today I made Caroline a sandwich for lunch and she asked for some carrots and ranch dressing to go with it. Since I am all about getting a vegetable in her diet even if it’s covered in a little bit of fat, I added carrots and ranch dressing to her plate.
I let her sit at the coffee table so that she could enjoy her lunch while watching Max and Ruby. By the way, where are Max and Ruby’s parents? If she were my big sister, I would tell her to quit all that bossing before I decide to boil her in a pot. And if y’all don’t know, Ruby is a rabbit so don’t get all freaked out. She’s just a rabbit. I’m not condoning the boiling of big brothers or sisters.
Anyway, Caroline is eating her lunch and I get on the computer so that I could read yet another article about A&M beating t.u.
After about 15 minutes, I go in there to get her ready for naptime and discover that she has marinated herself in ranch dressing. She has literally rubbed ranch dressing all over her arms and legs.
So, I ask the first question that comes to mind, “Why? Why would you do that? Why would you rub ranch dressing all over yourself?” She looked right at me and said, “I didn’t do it Mama, my hands did.”
And that is what we call the art of passing the buck.