Glitter Does Not Digest

I found this out when I was changing Xander's diaper and found a sparkly surprise! The day before, he had been playing with a pretend microphone that was covered with glitter. Apparently, he took a little taste of the microphone because it came through loud and clear (pun intended). I have to admit, though, it added a little bit of magic, if you will, into the doldrums of motherhood.

Perhaps there is a market for this: On Mother's Day, (or rather the day before) the father can buy Glitter Food and secretly feed the kids glitter mixed in with their food. The next day, all the children can add a little sparkle into their mother's life. This will sell like hotcakes because all the fathers would rather buy the product than clean up the mess for the mother, ironically enough. Of course, as fate would have it, the product would probably give all the kids diarrhea, so the mother would have double the mess to clean up.

Or maybe you could sell Glitter Spritz so when a child throws up all over the carpet, or poops on the couch, or pees on the rug, you can just sprinkle this Glitter Spritz over the top of it, bringing an instant smile to your face and making you feel like Mary Poppins as you scrub it.

By the way, we've never had poop on the couch, so those of you who visit us can rest assured that it is a clean couch. And don't get worried if you see glitter on the cushions. It's just from the microphone.