I just watched P knock a FULL mug of coffee onto our cream-colored rug. I saw it happen in slow motion. I plopped him in his bouncer and put on Elmo so I could scrub the rug, the floor underneath, the wall, the baseboard, the chair and end table and my laptop (it didn't just spill, it dropped and splashed!) I am trying to remind myself it's my fault for leaving it within his reach. I forget he has go-go-gadget arms and likes to climb
At least I love the smell of coffee!