I guess growing kids must shed several layers of skin each day, because that's what appears to be all over our lovely Persian rug about a minute and a half after Susan leaves. It'd be easier if they just molted all at once like cicadas, leaving their entire exoskeletons intact for easy clean-up, although at this point I'm not sure they'd fit in a tall kitchen trash bag. But even if they didn't we could set them out at the curb, and then the county trash people could pick up our people trash. That'd be nice. Much of the kids' best work is done in the kitchen, mostly because the materials there are superior.
Food is their medium, and the floor, walls and parents are their canvas.
I do the cooking, and these days I choose menus based less on taste and nutrition than on ease of detection and general un-squishyness. I have learned what not to serve. Yes it's fun to say, but it'll swarm over your kitchen like ants on a glazed doughnut. They roll, they're easy to throw and stepping on them in bare feet is truly disgusting. I honestly don't know how the Green Giant stays so jolly.