However, now that I have children in my home, the kitchen is screaming for excitement. Before kids, all I had to do was dust my kitchen occasionally. Now, I have to get down on my hands and knees and scrub the floor and wipe grape juice off of the walls. It amazes me how two little boys can sit at the kitchen counter and turn two or three crackers into a mound of crumbs on the floor. To toddlers, food is not a source of palatal pleasure.
Food is a toy.
Food was made to be thrown like a football across the kitchen and into the family room. I eagerly place the array before them. They appear to be salivating on the spot. I feel a culinary victory is in sight as they grab their spoons with zest, dig into the food, bring it to their mouths, and then suddenly realize the food on the spoon can be catapulted across the room. One son, who is still developing a keen eye for aim, attempts to hit the window, but the flying glob hits the ceiling fan instead.