In that tortuous time, the baby spit up on me not once, not twice, but three times in three different places and had the audacity to smile about it. The 5 year old was like a jumping bean all over the house surely causing me to lose about 3-4 pounds. When he was still for about 2 minutes he chanted a song I had a hard time understanding, initially. As he kept repeating it, I finally realized what he was singing, and this is a direct quote. "Kill that b****h, Kill that b****h, Kill that b****h,". Uh..I'm sure you get the picture. Can I tell you that I wish what he was saying had remained like gibberish? In the middle of being vomited on by the baby, I ran over and told him that I knew he wasn't saying what I thought he was, and he grinned. Where in the world had he heard something like that? No one gave me the memo to wear earplugs around young kids. I then sternly told him he had better not EVER say anything like that again. He seemed so surprised that I said anything, that he stopped smiling and I never heard that horrible phrase again. Dirty dress and all, I couldn't wait to tell their grandfather/grandmother, mother/father, uncles, aunts and anyone else who would listen, what had transpired before I ran out of there before anything worse happened.
As I drove to the bookstore in Cary, I was reminded once again of why no one should EVER ask me to babysit, even if I'm bribed with books. Even better, I was reminded of why I always say NO! This is it for real this time, blogosphere. (lol)
On to our recipe from allrecipes.com: