Helena and Liam can get a little carried away with silliness at the dinner table. On two occasions I told that one of them would have to go sit in the kitchen to finish eating. The second night was Liam’s turn.
I’d go in to check on him every couple of minutes. As usual, he isn’t touching his vegetables. But Dalen and I insist that they eat them. So I tell him to eat his carrots, and I leave. I come into the kitchen a couple minutes later and he’s done with the vegetables, so I tell him “Great job!” Little did I know.
The kids get cleaned up and go to play. I’m doing the dishes. For some reason I open up the drawer with the washcloths in it and find the following (click on the picture).
I had to show my disappointment with Liam while he cleaned them up, but it was impossible to keep a straight face because I was laughing so hard. I had to go stand on the stairs to the cellar while he cleaned them up in perfect Liam form…one carrot at a time to the trash.