If it doesn't get all over the place, it doesn't belong in your face...

Last week I taught my Sunday School lesson on why children are the greatest in the kingdom of God.

And we discussed childlike qualities we should try to emulate.

Well I have a childlike quality that I don't think is going to get me into heaven any faster. (darn)

You see, I enjoy food.

I have previously shared that I enjoy it so much that I'm even known to lick the inside of my icecream bowl.

Well, lately I've been a bit careless.

And the food that is supposed to make it just in my mouth, tends to find itself on various places around my face. Or hair.

This has not just happened once or twice.

It's kind of a weekly (Ok, maybe bi-weekly... ok tri-weekly!) occurrence.

And having massively long hair has not helped.

Now, not only baby spit up clumps up my hair, but milk, icecream, gravy, etc. finds home there too.

I know, I'm gross. I'm Stephanie. I'm disgusting.

I believe it was last week that Trav walked in the door from school, took one look at me and snickered, ducking his face.

I immedietly knew to run to the mirror.

Yup, mac and cheese. Hanging out on my cheek. Like a whole noodle.

(You don't have to tell me I'm too cool for school. I know it.)

So when Collin was finishing up his lunch and I caught a glimpse of this:

(strawberry stem pressed to forehead and Oreo's lining his mouth)

I had to smile.

My son. My prodigy.

Ok, I know all children do this anyway. But I like to think he's trying to be like his momma.

So if you see me walking around church, playgroup, etc with food on my face, be a dear and tell me. I'll appreciate the gesture.

(That is, unless it's a little spot on my upper lip. That's a freckle. Frequently mistaken as Oreos.
If only.)