Approximately 20 minutes ago, this was a really cute, cupcake-shaped cookie jar.
I brought it out of hiding this afternoon to fill it with freshly-baked chocolate chip-oatmeal cookies.
And then my son climbed up on the counter to get some more...and somehow the lid ended up in pieces on my kitchen floor. Just like that! Bye-bye lid.
So, maybe my medication is working...or perhaps it's the six-or-so cookies that I downed prior to this happening, but I didn't even freak out. Not even a little bit!
(thank you, thank you...high-fives all around.)
I just took my little Guy in my arms and held him before his tears got too bad and told him that I cared about him much more than I did a silly breakable cookie jar...and that I didn't ever want him to break.
To which he replied, "I don't ever want you to break, either Mama."
(Now, if the cookies had gone down with the lid, then we might have a problem!) :)