Was it Shakespeare who coined the phrase "A rose, by any name, is still a rose?" If it wasn't him, it was some other literary giant of a few centuries ago and I doubt there are any folks out there who don't know the quote, don't use it too, from time to time.
If you've been reading my blog, you'll recall a few days ago I talked about how my son had chosen to decorate my kitchen floor (and his pajama bottoms too) with cold cereals, oatmeal and syrup. Yeah, such a nice memory that is to recall.
Well, history it seems does repeat itself.
Today, my three-year-old granddaughter managed to get her little hands on a small container of powdered, flavored creamer - "French Vanilla" to be exact - and now the downstairs of the house has a delightful aroma of vanilla!
I should have been more alert since yesterday, I did detect a little bit of the powdered creamer having been lightly sprinkled on the deskpad in front of my computer monitor, but I just brushed it off - literally as well as figuratively - thinking this was not really a big deal.
Well, when you have that stuff spread generously across the kitchen floor and end up tracking it all over the rest of the house too, then it becomes something you don't "brush off" all too easily!
I need to have higher cabinets and counters installed in the kitchen, that's all there is to it!
Meanwhile, pray for a nice segue to her taking a nap this afternoon, please!!!