Several months ago, my young son was eating some cheese. He liked it so much that he poked cheese into every corner of his mouth--so much that he couldn't even chew it anymore. In a panic, he came to me and spat it out in my hand. Ew. I scraped the cheese off into my empty coffee cup and went back to nursing my newborn daughter.
Still feeling tired, I got myself another cup of coffee, and as I was nearing the bottom, I noticed some odd orange chunks swirling around in there. Oh. Crap. Yes, reader, I was so sleep deprived that I drank coffee with ABC (that's already-been-chewed, for you non-parents) cheese in it.
What are some of your funny, sleep-deprived parenting stories?