Yesterday I walked into my front room to find an upside down yellow plastic bowl and about three cups worth of raisins spread over the front room floor. I was none too impressed but I decided to keep my cool, not freak over the fact that Rainbow had helped herself to an overabundance of raisins, and instead just asked her to clean the mess up.
Rainbow: It wasn’t a mistake.
Me: What do you mean it wasn’t a mistake? Are you telling me you threw raisins on the floor?
Rainbow: No! I would never throw raisins on the floor.
Me: Oh, good.
Rainbow: I didn’t throw them. I shook them. Everywhere.
Me: You shook them?? On purpose??
<Take a deep breath, must remain calm.>
Me: Ok, how about you just clean them up Right Now.
<Walk out the room before I lose my temper.>
As I leave the room I hear my girl muttering fiercely to herself:
But if I pick them up what will I have to jump over and around? I have to use something to mark the lava!
And then she picked up the raisins while I hid around the corner in the kitchen trying hard not to laugh, as I realized that to her this was all some crazy extension of the lava game.