I’ve been on hiatus from blogging for a while. Life’s been happening fast these days and my parenting blogger duties have been pushed to the bottom of my list.

Today is no different; I just need to share a funny story.

My daughter, who is 13 months old now, is hungry. She runs around all day like a little crazy woman and burns calories faster than a twentysomething on diet pills partaking in her third aerobics class of the day.

After eating Cheerios, raisins and a cereal bar this morning, The Kid was standing in the kitchen wanting more. I offered her half a peanut butter sandwich cut into small pieces.

She seemed pleased, and then she put the piece of sandwich that I offered her in her ear. She inspected it, moved it toward her mouth and then made a last-minute decision to put the bread bits pressed together and oozing peanut butter in her ear instead of her mouth.

I grabbed a napkin and started cleaning out her ear and hair as fast as I could, but she still smelled like peanut butter when the babysitter arrived. She decided not to eat the sandwich and downed another sippy cup fill of milk instead.

I’m sure there is a parenting, and perhaps life, lesson here, but I admit that I am not sure at the moment what the lesson is.