I used to think that this expression was ridiculous. I mean really, who cries over spilt milk? It’s milk.
But lately, I’ve had to remind myself of this phrase almost daily. Sometimes twice a day. We spill milk in our house almost as often as a teenage girl texts her BFF. Okay maybe that’s an exaggeration, but it happens a lot.
Most of the time I don’t see it happen. I am in the kitchen getting lunch ready and I hear the unmistakable sound of a plastic cup hitting to the ground. That sound is followed by one of my children screaming “My milk spilled!” This phrase sometimes varies slightly with something like “MOM, he spilled my milk!!!”
Most days, it doesn’t bother me. It’s easy enough to grab a few paper towels and wipe it up. Keep Reading…