Die, Die, Die!

This morning, Tyler knocked over a glass of tea. I moved him off the chair, away from the counter and began mopping up the floor with a towel.

He grabbed a potholder off the counter and began swiping at the spilled tea, singing, "Die, die, die!"

(His daddy sings, "dry, dry, dry, dry, dry" every night when toweling Tyler off after bath time!)