Adventures in Ravioli

Ravioli - It's one of the mainstays here.

When 10:00 rolls around it's "snack time" - and nothing must deviate from us having snack time at 10 oclock.
Even if the boys are still eating breakfast with food in their mouths, they will shout out "nack kime" (snack time) the second the minute hand reaches 12.

Today, snack time arrived while Duncan was furiously stuffing toast with Jam into his mouth, and then for 'snack' requested Ravioli.
I obliged, because who am I to argue with a boy that is hell bent on having ravioli for snack. It won't hurt him, and it's certainly better than ice cream, with the added bonus that if he eats ravioli at 10 oclock, he likely won't want/need lunch.

So he ate a bowl of ravioli for snack and all was well in the land of boys until 12:00 when it was 'lunchtime' - and the boy wanted MORE ravioli. I'm thinking he must be going through a growth spurt or something, and of course I told him that he could eat the rest of his can of ravioli for lunch. He had to get it himself of course - empty into the bowl and put it in the microwave. Then we had an argument about how long ravioli needs to be in the microwave. I said 15 seconds, because I'm right and I know these things, having had 5 years of experience in warming up 'stuff' for the kids. Duncan said 30 seconds because it's a bigger number, and it's more fun to count down from 30 rather than 15, and because he doesn't listen when I tell him that 30 seconds will make it FAR too hot. So we put it in for 30 seconds, Duncan thinks he's 'won' the argument, and I'm going to teach him a lesson.

30 seconds later the bowl is far too hot to take out of the microwave. Score one for mum!

I put it on the counter, where he licked it and proclaimed it 'too hot' (heh heh heh - TOLD YA)

My gloating was shortlived, as he left it to cool down on the counter and I (foolishly) turned my back for 3 minutes to check out my email. 3 minutes later I was greeted by horrific screams and a 5 year old sobbing his heart out, As JOEY FINISHED OFF THE RAVIOLI that he had dumped onto the floor.
Chaos ensued.
3 crying children.
Duncan ready to throttle his littlest brother, was crumpled on the couch broken hearted that his ravioli was gone.
Joseph, crying because Duncan pushed him, and he slipped in ravioli sauce on my floor, so I had to put him in the highchair
Matthew crying because sometime in the last 3 minutes Joey had gotten a hold of his toy fan and it was now covered in ravioli.
Mummy crying because there were 3 crying children, and my floor was still covered in ravioli, and there was ravioli everywhere from the countertops, dripping down my oven all over the floor and multiple toys that Joey had played with while feasting on his ill-gotten gain.
You may (or may not) know that I like having a clean kitchen - it's one of the few things in our home that I try to keep pristine. Right now it is trashed. Looks like a ravioli bomb went off. I'm grumpy.
Joey is quasi-cleaned up, and having a nap - likely he will sleep extra long on his ravioli filled tummy!

And it's monday - And school isn't even out yet. I have a whole summer of such scenarios to look forward to. I'm hiding the ravioli until September I think.

WILT:

Chef Boy R Dee didn't have kids. Or Carpets.

Checklist O' The Day:

Inventory of the things Joey has thrown into the toilet today (on multiple occasions, not all at once....but yes, all today):
A plunger
A large candle (in glass jar)
A green plastic lei (one of those hawaiian things you put around your neck)
A pink plastic link
3 pieces of puzzle track from D & M's new toy that Grandma brought back from England.....
A plastic curly drinking straw
# of books he has pulled of the bookshelf in the last hour: 41
78 days until school starts again............