The Great Grape Jelly Disaster of 2008

This past week, Collin decided he wanted to help me make his PB&J sandwich for lunch. Nothing new, as he routinely eats 7+ of them each week. He was more than eager to retrieve the grape jelly from the fridge, and as he was carrying it to the counter, I heard a huge crash from the living room. Then I immediately heard, "I'm sorry, Mommy" followed by lots of crying. He ran to the recliner, curled up in a ball, hid his face and cried, cried, cried. He was so upset that he would be in trouble! I finally reassured him that he was not in trouble, and that accidents happen. To calm him some, I asked if he wanted me to take pictures to show daddy the mess. For some reason, that cheered him up a bit! After sweeping, mopping, vacuuming and sweeping some more, I'm still finding shards of glass. Hopefully they'll all be found with the broom, and not our feet!