The girls have just finished dinner. Most nights they eat on TV trays so they can watch their favorite shows. Tonight was no exception. As I went over to clean up their plates I found more than the usual amount of debris - rice, beans, muffin crumbs, spilled water and a few pieces of macaroni and cheese that made their way out of the bowl in onto the floor.
"Okay guys. This is crazy. I'm cutting you off! No more eating on the floor here," I said
"You're cutting us? Cutting our heads off?" asked Sammie, eyes bugging out of head.
"No, not your hea..."
"Our heads would fall down then. On the floor," Ryan added helpfully.
"And we'd need a bandaid. A Spiderman one," Sammie said.
Laughing, I tried to correct them, "I'm not cutting off your heads. Just no more eating on the floor." My words were unheard.
"Ouch. That would hurt. I don't think you're supposed to cut off heads mom," Ryan told me.
"Agreed. No head cutting allowed." At least we found common ground.
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