After four children, I know better than to buy gallons of milk with snap on lids rather than twist on. But, when you’re in the store and that’s what they have, that’s what you get. And, of course, little fingers come along and grab that gallon from the fridge by the lid and the milk fountain pours forth.
I love my little ones dearly, but spilling milk is like pouring money way. You can’t use the five second rule with liquid on the floor! Even I wouldn’t sop it up with a towel and squeeze it back into the container. Gross!
I’ve mellowed over the years about the whole spilled milk situation. I used to rant and yell about how wasteful it is to spill milk, like that matters to a three year old. They just want a drink! Now, I calmly right the container or cup (so it doesn’t keep spilling out), tell the child to stay still, grab a towel, and clean it up. Then, depending on my mood, I give them a little more milk or just some water. I know they are thirsty.
I’m not sure where the phrase about “no use crying over spilled milk” came from, but it is true. It’s just done and it was an accident. It’s one of those things that happens, so you clean up, and move on. After all…morning comes quickly and I don’t want to miss the really good stuff because I’m fretting over a little spilled milk.