Sorry mama

This morning as you were eating your breakfast (scrambled eggs) you decided to squeeze your milk out of your straw and had a nice little puddle on your tray. After screaming, "Mama, where are you" (I was trying to use the restroom) I discovered your little mess. I asked you what happened, and you said, "Sorry, mama. I make mess." It was the cutest thing. I couldn't even get mad :) Love you french fry.