Be proud of us
We are well aware of the unusual nature of this fact, but in eight years of parenting, only 5 dishes have been dropped by our children. Of those 5, only 2 have broken (Go Corelle!). Last night, all that karma came home to roost. As we served dinner last night, in a time span of 3 1/2 minutes, Jonathan and Rebecca both dropped their plates. Which were, of course, filled with spaghetti. Covered with spaghetti sauce. Red, juicy, saucy spaghetti sauce.
The first time, we cleaned it up with grace and aplomb, calmly getting wet rags and cleaning up the table, chair, and floor. The second time - when the plate broke and the spaghetti sauce not only got on the table, chair, and floor, but also the walls, carpet, tile, and stair railings - we were less graceful and patient. Did I mention that we had a dozen people supposed to arrive in 10 minutes for a Scout meeting? And that TWO plates FULL of spaghetti were dropped all over the newly mopped floor? And yet, no homicide was committed.
Be proud of us.
The first time, we cleaned it up with grace and aplomb, calmly getting wet rags and cleaning up the table, chair, and floor. The second time - when the plate broke and the spaghetti sauce not only got on the table, chair, and floor, but also the walls, carpet, tile, and stair railings - we were less graceful and patient. Did I mention that we had a dozen people supposed to arrive in 10 minutes for a Scout meeting? And that TWO plates FULL of spaghetti were dropped all over the newly mopped floor? And yet, no homicide was committed.
Be proud of us.
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