The kids have sat in the same spots since they were able to sit in a highchair. Coop's on the south end of the table, Chloe sits on the southwestern side.
Under their chairs, there is a constant stain of some sort. It resembles pink yogurt, with a little oatmeal and possibly some pasta of some sort, all mixed together. It's dried so when I step on it, I only take away dried pasta.
I was sweeping the floor this afternoon. I swept over the pink stain and parts of the pasta came with the broom.
Why am I randomly telling you this?
I have a friend whose 2 year old son was kicked in the head by a horse. The dreams for their son changed that day. They now dream he will walk, talk, eat alone and read a book.
I quickly realized the annoying pink stain on my floor is something to be cherished. The pink stain is a symbol of the craziness that goes on in my house.
The pink stain represents the blessings I have.