I told my six and four-year-old girls that, no, they cannot open that new box of cereal they want until they finish some of the plethora of nearly finished cereal boxes we already have. They agreed and began eating some of the old cereal without complaint, so I walked away to get some work done.
After a while I decided it had gotten rather quiet in the kitchen. Too quiet.
When I went in to investigate, the girls were still eating their cereal, as quickly as could be, but the oldest had also made additions to her baby sister’s food. The 19-month-old’s high chair tray was littered with three different types of cereal, as was her lap, and her hair, and the floor all around her.
Apparently trying to enlist the baby’s help, my daughter had poured a small mound of different cereals in front of her. The plan was effective only in that I had to sweep most of it off the floor, and when I lifted the baby from her high chair, a deluge of Rice Krispies rained down once more.
I made the oldest help clean up.
At least, the kids were working together. That has to bring some sort of joy.
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You’re right about that.
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Would you be willing to write a guest post for me? I really hope you will.
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Is there a specific topic you had in mind? You know I’m partial to just the short, pithy posts. I do have some longer ones on here you could maybe reblog? I’m honored, of course, but I wonder if I have what you need.
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I got your other message, which I didn’t post here. Let me give it some thought and see what I can come up with.
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Cool. Thanks. No rush.
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Great visual. A deluge of rice krispies…You are a master of painting word pictures! 🙂
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Solution-finders. That’s what they are. 🙂
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Hahaha! This made me laugh out loud. I had to share it with my husband – it’s just too good. So funny!
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Yea! Sometimes the antics of children are too good not to share with a broader audience.
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Yep, sounds like something my oldest brother and I did with a box of cornflakes. Not pleasant for our mother, who walked on them in her bare feet…….
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Ugh! Painful and annoying as they would also undoubtedly stick to her feet. Poor moms!
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Reminds me of when the kids were all home and we had the never ending half a cup of cereal in five boxes. Hungarian Work Horse used to call it the bird food.
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At least the birds were happy. That’s the sort of thing that would drive me nuts.
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The bottom of the box of cereal really isn’t as good as a new box. Too many broken bits at the bottom! I think those girls are problem-solvers. Snap, Crackle and Pop would be proud.
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Ha! I was proud of their efforts.
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