Thursday, March 29, 2012
The Great Rice Incident
I keep a shoe-box sized container full of rice for the kids to play with, and they absolutely LOVE it. They enjoy scooping it up and filling various containers, hiding and retrieving plastic animals in it, and just generally having a good time exploring:
Then my husband came upstairs and told me there was a fire close to our neighborhood and to pack a bag in case we had to leave our house. So I went into the bedroom to put Baby H in his crib and to figure out what we need to take with us if we have to evacuate. Meanwhile, I totally forgot that the girls were playing in their rice-box. This is what I found a couple minutes later when I came back out:
"What a mess! Mommy is so so angry!" I told them (since I'm really bad at actually acting angry). Then we spent the next 45 minutes sweeping up the rice from every corner of the room, while my husband repeatedly told me that he "told me so" and the kids should not be playing with things that could potentially turn into a mess. Umm.. thanks!
L and E helped with the cleanup using their kid-sized brooms, turning it into a fantastic Montessori practical-life exercise:
Our floor actually could use a good full-sweep, so it ended up being something we've been procrastinating doing anyway. And at least cleaning up the Great Rice Incident took my mind off the fire that was raging just miles from our house. But now I'm sulking because my husband has ammunition for his arguments. I can just picture that for the next decade when I take out a messy activity for the kids, my husband will say "remember the Great Rice Incident of 2012?". Grrr..