For the past 10 minutes, I've been trying to load the dishwasher. Yes, "trying." Now, someone without children might think that I'm having problems moving things around to fit all the items in, or that there is some sort of problem with the dishwasher's functionality.
Those of us fortunate to be a parent of a cute little munchkin, on the other hand, will give a knowing smile and assume that one of the little stinkers is what's getting in the way.
Everytime I've opened the dishwasher this morning, I hear Logan's big old paws slapping the wood floor - he's crawling over to the dishwasher, which has, of course, become his new favorite toy. And he's gotten so darn fast! I literally only have time to open the dishwasher, stick one item in, and then close the door, making sure that the sharp corner doesn't hit his head.
Argh! All I want to do is load the darn dishwasher!!
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