My boys have KP every night after dinner. I cooked the dinner, they can clean up. Invariably, one of them finishes before everyone else and gets started on their share of the clean up. Rich and I have gotten tired of them interrupting our dinner (we actually try to enjoy our meal by chewing and swallowing our food, as opposed to acting like snakes swallowing goats) with their stupid questions. (And yes, there are stupid questions.)
Mom, where does this go?
What should I do with this?
Should I use a Tupperware container that is too big or one that is too small?
Do I have to clean all of the kitchen or just the part I am standing in?
Should I put perishables back in the fridge or leave them out all night to spoil?
Is the stove-top part of the kitchen?
Where do we keep the Windex?
Are the dishes in the dishwasher clean or dirty?
Do we save salt and pepper?
On and on and on. We are bugged by these questions because each of the 3 big boys has asked each question at least 4-5 times. You do the math. I want to tell them Hey! Why don’t you put your stuff away and move in with us?
While I am bugged by stupid questions they already know the answer to, I welcome legitimate queries. One that should have been asked and wasn’t:
“What is this big gnarly root looking thing and should I throw it away or save it?”
That root thing is fresh ginger and is expensive. Please do not throw it away.
Devin threw it away last night because “I didn’t know what it was and you get mad at me when I ask you questions.” I was preparing a quick dinner until I spent 20 minutes looking for a ginger root that the garbage man took away this morning. I’d just say Screw it, you all get Sloppy Joes as punishment, but I know they’d like that.