Why we need bibs.

So this whole bib give-away contest (see my last post), has got me to thinking. Thinking about what a pack of messy eaters the Kargas family are. It must somehow be genetic. My kids certainly get their sloppiness from me. But, given that philosophy, how did I inherit the piggy gene? I don't believe that my mother or father are particularly messy eaters. But lord knows I am. I seem to become exponentially more of a food magnet when I am wearing an outfit that I particularly like. Designer jeans seem to beacon to oily salad dressing, a white blouse from Bebe, hello red wine! It leads me to believe that Hip Violet might be smart to start marketing an adult line of bibs. Or plastic clothing.

But my children, they take the cake when it comes to messy eating, and I literally mean take the cake. Cake in the hair, under the finger nails, and all over their outfits. I know, I know, kids are suppose to be careless with their food. As parents we are to expect stained clothing and sticky fingers. But Zack and Evan I honestly believe they have a special gift for taking a meal and making a complete disaster of themselves. I can't tell you how many birthday parties I have attended with the boys and looked around the room of happy cake eaters neatly putting fork to mouth. Yes, perhaps there may be a smear of frosting on a little girl's frilly sleeve cuff, or a bit of a grape juice mustache. But my sons, they look like they have rolled around in dessert. I don't get it. While it may take a little baby wipe to clean up most post snack kiddos, my children require a shower.

I have no idea why. My only guess... it's me. I'm a slob, and my offspring have sadly inherited the trait.

Think I am exaggerating? I have proof.....