Typically I try to cook a family meal on Sunday nights. It is the one night I can pretty much guarantee all 5 of us will be in attendance. Sunday we walked in the race for the cure 5k in Newport Beach. By dinner time, I was not motivated to cook, to say the least. Dusan was encouraging..."just make the tortellini, and look we have corn and biscuits." None of which sounded good to me, but I am all for saving money these days.
The kids and I were on the same page. Hunter spent the entire meal pushing the pasta from one corner of his plate to the next. Avery actually gagged up the corn onto her plate...and Davin was being his usual comedian self. Everyone was doing everything, but eating.
I had had enough. I didn't feel like raising my voice. I didn't have the energy to argue. Once my food was gone, I stood up and dropped my plate in the sink. I announced to the kids that they were on dish duty. They needed to finish their dinner and clean the kitchen. They were not to leave the room until it was spotless. (I know...mean mom).
Over the course of the next hour and ten minutes I could hear uncontrollable laughing, the radio blaring, wet towels snapping, arguing...meanwhile I did my best to ignore it all.
Finally Davin came to me and said proudly "We're DONE! Come see, come see." The three angels escorted me to the cleanest kitchen. A fresh (Valentine's Day) tablecloth on the table, all pots, pans and dishes were dried and put away. A candle was lit and burning on the stove. The dogs had been let in to "vaccuum" the floor. I was impressed.
It was magical. Their faces were magical.
I hugged and kissed each of them. I thanked them. I told them how great of a job they did. It was 8:15 by now, which meant time for books and bed.
Lastly, I headed over to the windows to close them (we don't have screens and it had been such a hot day). I noticed the window would not slide closed as smoothly as usual. Something was in the way.
Corn.
Corn? Lots of corn was laying in the track of the window...which prompted me to poke my head out the window and look down which is where I found three helpings of tortellini, corn, and biscuits. Out the kitchen window on the ground below.
How does that saying go.... beggars can't be choosers?
One day I will find this story hilarious.
7 comments:
That story IS hilarious! Aren't kids the best, most of the time! Just be glad the corn wasn't shoved up someone's nose!
i laughed so hard i cried at this story....too funny/cute/definitely hilarious and always clever. i used to throw my tomatoes(yuck) under the table where they could always be seen. out the window is so much better :-)
It's already hilarious!!! That is some seriously good planning... throw the food away, but make mom so happy with a clean kitchen that it doesn't matter. Awesome!
love this!
I love it! They thought they got away with it! Oh my goodness. How is Taco feeling? Gassy?
Oh, another place to check is the napkins...under mashed potatoes in the shoe...
That is too funny! And oh so typical... :)
HA!
Love how you told this story.
Makes my heart happy that your little "angels" are taking such good care of my sweet blog friend, even if they are a little too, um, "creative" with their efforts!
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