This morning while I was in the shower, the big boys were downstairs enjoying their chocolate poptarts and morning cartoons. As I got out of the shower, Ricky informed me that he had thrown up in the kitchen (a cough induced barf from running around playing with his inflatable punching bag — Thanks, Aunt Cathy!). Then he let me know that he had cleaned it all up. He hadn’t made it to the trash can or the sink, so first, he got the mop and tried to clean it up with that but when it wasn’t doing a good enough job (a dry sponge mop just isn’t all that effective sometimes), he grabbed a white hand towel. The whole kitchen floor now needs to be mopped and the towel will never be the same, but you just can’t be mad when your 5 year old tries so hard to clean up after himself.