What in the world...

...was I thinking????!!!
When I let Truman eat his lunch on the couch? Am I crazy? He hardly ever eats ANYTHING and for my sanity & to try to get him to eat, I thought I would give him his SpaghettiO's on the couch while he watched Go, Diego, Go, with a towel underneath and a bib and all. Here's how things ended up. And I was sitting at the kitchen table working during these few seconds of the SpaghettiO massacre. I didn't get a picture of Truman and I should have, because he had painted his legs with red SpaghettiO finger paint and splattered it all over his face & shirt and the dog too. Being a mom has so may rewards, and my newest reward is the everlasting SpaghettiO stain that just christened my sofa & it's cushions.