The consequence of a two-year-old helping prepare dinner–a bowl full of frozen peas all over the floor. Siblings to the rescue… sort of.
Jane: Cinder, get Maggie out of here. Flora, help Ender get those peas back in the bowl.
Flora: Why are we putting them back in the bowl?
J: To eat them.
F: You’re going to make us eat floor peas?
J: They’re organic, sustainably grown floor peas, and I just washed the floor the other day. There’s nothing wrong with them.
F: Are you going to tell Daddy they’re floor peas?
Cinder: Daddy won’t mind–he ate those floor noodles, remember?
F: I don’t think he realized they were floor noodles at the time.
J: Guys, stop eating the floor peas, and put them in the bowl.
C: What’s the big deal? We’re just going to eat them out of the bowl after we put them in it.
J: Cause I want to sweep the floor after.
F: To remove the evidence?
J: No, to… you’d better not eat the ones that rolled too close to the garbage.
F: Do you think other mothers would make their children eat floor peas?
J: For God’s sake, I’m not making you eat floor peas, I’m asking you to pick them up!
C: I think the floor peas are delicious.
F: I still think you shouldn’t tell Daddy they’re floor peas.
J: Just put them in the freakin’ bowl…