Welcome to our morning

Here's a few things I know.

I know my floor is too dirty when Eli drops a piece of Play-Doh on the floor and when I pick it up to give it back to him it is so covered in junk, it looks like a piece of shake 'n bake chicken.  (Disclaimer:  Before you call DCFS, know that when you have a toddler, though you may sweep every day, your kitchen floor often looks like a war zone.)

I know my kid is eating Play-Doh and lying about it when he says "Gross!" and has blue flecks on his lips.  When I ask him if he ate Play-Do, he say, "No, that's gross."

I know my townhouse is too close to my neighbor's when I am using the Chopper (you know that thing you bang on to cut onions) and it makes my neighbor's dog bark for 20 minutes.

I know Eli needs his nails trimmed when he has yellow Play-Doh under every fingernail, like a little crescent.

I know that this is a funny little video of Eli singing.