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Yesterday at lunch, I strapped the kid into his booster seat, snapped the tray into place, stuck a bib on him, and suctioned one of his bowls onto his tray. This doesn't seem like that big a deal, but what I've left out is that there was actual food in the bowl. I've been dreading this moment somewhat because I've become a bit Type A about keeping the house reasonably clean because if I don't, then I can't chill out and relax and enjoy time with Henry or the time I have to myself because I'm thinking about all the things I could be cleaning or picking up. This new aspect of my personality confuses me a bit because it's so outside the realm of how I usually am. You can ask Dave, I'm really a messy person. Sometimes people come over and I think "Please leave before you have to use the bathroom," because it's in such a sorry state. Anyway, I've been worried that I'll become so obsessed with maintaining the new, cleaner status quo that it'll become this big hindrance to me being able to let Henry make a big mess of things because we all know that's one of the more pleasing aspects to being a kid. So, I took a deep breath and gave him a bowl of food. He got it all over his hands, the inside of his seat, the outside of his seat, his face, his ears, and after it was all said and done, nary a speck of it got in his mouth. So, even though it doesn't really do the mess justice because you can't see what he got on his carpet or the dining table, without further ado, I give you: The Aftermath...