"I get to the towel closet and grab the little red dish towel with Christmas lights on it, wet the end of it under the kitchen faucet, and press the wet end into the milk-soaked carpet"
"I head to the kitchen to re-wet it for round two when Mom crosses through and heads for the living room. Anxiety fills my body. I'm just about to warn Mom, but by the time she's out of the kitchen, I know it's too late. "What is this?" Mom asks in a tone that makes me know she knows exactly what it is she just stepped in.
I tell Mom I already started to clean it up, so the wetness is mostly just water, but it doesn't matter. Her mood has already switched.".
"I wonder if there's something different I could have done to get us out the door faster. I wonder if there's something I can do in the future".
I'm not ready to say anything else about this book, but I can't stop thinking about the milk on the carpet, and I can't stop thinking about how it was me holding the Christmas themed dish towel.