Soup anyone?

Every Veteran's Day, Bruce spends the afternoon with his Dad making soup for the Vets club to sell. This year Bruce brought home about a half gallon of soup to eat. He had it sitting on the stove with the lid off because he was going to eat it after he took his shower. Bruce and I were in the kitchen talking, I was holding Justin and Nathan and Darren are in my peripheral vision. Forgetting that kids have to know/see what is in everything, we are not paying attention to the older two boys.

Out of the corner of my eye in slow motion, I see Darren get a toehold on the drawer of the stove and tilt the bucket down towards him. Next thing I know, Darren is wearing most of the soup that Bruce was so excited about eating. Darren immediately starts bawling. We both keep our tempers relatively cool. I take Justin into the living room to lay down on the floor and I tell Nathan to come with me. I give Nathan strict instructions that he is to stay in the living room and try to keep Justin happy.

I strip Darren's P.J.'s and take them to the sink to pick off the beans while Bruce attempts to scrape up the dumplings and beans. Most of the soup landed on his pajamas instead of exposed skin so at least we didn't have to throw him in the tub. We finish cleaning up the mess and I get a bucket of sudsy water to scrub the kitchen carpet where the soup fell. We all go into the living room to relax a bit before bedtime.

I have always hated my kitchen carpet and would much rather have linoleum or something since so much food is dropped in the kitchen. The next morning we have white spots splattered all around the stove. I am going to get some more sudsy water and scrub this weekend, but I think replacing the carpet is my next home improvement goal.