At dinner Jack has a full glass of chocolate milk.  He spills the whole thing towards me, pooling across the table, on the floor, and on me.  I try to catch it in my skirt. Ben rushes for rags. 

After a long pause, Jack says politely, “I need more chocolate milk.”

No kidding, kid. 

We laugh and mop it up.  I opt to shimmy out of my skirt and use it as a rag.  Jack looks at me and says, “You got chocolate milk on your skirt, Mommy.”

I chuckle as I run upstairs to change.  What a helpful child.