James has not one, but two cupboards in the kitchen that he can play in. One is the Tupperware cabinet. Second is the spice cabinet.
Now most people would think the Tupperware cabinet is enough. Both of the grandmas understand this. They let him go wild when he visits their kitchens.
But this momma takes it one step further. The spice cabinet has become a favorite over Tupperware. He first started the obsession by just opening and closing the door.
Then he pulled one or two bottles out to examine. (His favorite was whole peppercorns.)
Next, he pulled the entire drawer out for his inspection.
Now he pulls out as many bottles as possible.
This means he's found those cheap, little 99 cent spices I've hidden in the back. The kind you buy when you only need a teaspoon of something obscure. They have the circular tops with 3 options: closed, sprinkle or pour.
Last week, he sprinkled and poured tumeric all over himself and the kitchen. Last night, it was the poultry seasoning.
I thought I had cleaned him up. The floor was wiped up and it was bath time. As he was sitting on my lap, waiting for me to check the water temperature, I smelled it. Poultry seasoning.
But how? He was buck naked. And then I realized it was all over his hair from shaking the bottle above his head.
"All right, you turkey! Time to get in the tub!"
