- my eldest son at 2 years old... I laugh about it now, of course, but when that morning came my way, can't say the laughs were finding their way to me yet lol  the joys of parenthood? ;)

« Maman !  Maman !  Savon, partout, partout ! » is something along the lines of "Mom, there's soap everywhere", but said in a two-year old's fashion... 

It was one of those mornings

When time was a bit short

And departure had to happen

More than sooner than later.

I was a single mom of a very

Inquisitive, resourceful two-year-old, 

Who always kept me on my toes, so to

Speak, always getting into things.

But in the rush of that morning, I was

Taking five quick minutes getting ready in

The bathroom, door open to keep an ear

On my son.  We were fine for a few minutes.

About three minutes in, my son came

Trotting up the hallway to where I was,

Repeating:  "Maman !  Maman ! 

Savon, partout, partout !", a bit alarmed.

On hearing this, I didn't readily

Understand what he meant,

But a sinking feeling did form

As I walked the hallway to go see.

My son trotted behind me, then

Passed me, as I approached the kitchen.

First I saw all sorts of soaps piled, mixed,

And spread on the living room carpet.

That was my sight on the left,

As I was turning right to the kitchen

Where my trotting son was leading me.

As we entered, we went sliding across.

He on his side, on the ground,

And me almost following but still

Standing, though my feet clearly

Aquaplaning, not gripped to the surface.

Turned out my little darling

Had found our big container (4L+)

Of vegetable oil, and poured

It all out on the kitchen floor.

My ride was arriving in two minutes,

And I had a grand mess on my hands.

My son covered in oil, all the way to

His hair, and my work shoes imbibed.

Not counting the thick lake on the floor.

I think I felt a little surge of tears

'Cause I really didn't know how I'd

Make it on time to work that morning.

Aw, his little face, I couldn't get mad.

He was just being curious and I should

Have been more vigilant is the truth of it.

But being a single mom can be a bit tricky:

Can't be everywhere all at once,

And toddlers are stealth masters

When they know they're doing

Something they shouldn't be doing.

I swear, no unusual noises,

Heard absolutely nothing.

The carnage, though, was most

Impressive, in so short a time!