Tonight was a complete fiasco.
(I think I can compete with Maryann’s smoothiepocalypse)
We were having sausage for dinner. I went to our new Whole Foods for the first time today (eeee!) and couldn’t resist buying all the samples. Cherries, robusto cheese, and sausage. Everyone calls the store Whole Paycheck but I was proud of myself for refraining from a few more desires (pink peonies!) and managed to keep the bill pretty low.
Anyway…all that actually has near to nothing to do with the subject at hand. It’s just funny later in my story…
I tried to explain to him that it was chicken inside of a casing but he didn’t get it. So I decided to try to find it on How it’s Made. But I couldn’t. But right next to How it’s made on Netflix was Mythbusters. So I put it on instead. It was the diet coke and mentos episode. Finn flipped. He thought it was the coolest thing he’d ever seen.
Well. Finn’s last day of preschool was today so I thought it would be fun to take him out to buy some mentos and diet coke in celebration. They say “don’t try this at home.” I should probably have taken heed.
First, it took two trips to the store because I forgot my wallet.
Sweet Finn said he was sorry he forgot to remind me about my wallet. “it’s my fault mama.” He’s so darling!
When we got home I wanted to try to do it the way they did on the show…with salt added. But I didn’t quite understand that the salt all by itself will make the soda foam as well. So I put it into a bottle inside the kitchen.
It exploded EVERYWHERE. The ceiling, the carpet, the couch, the baby, all over every kitchen item, behind appliances, and unfortunately the tv is right there too. Eep.
I told Beau not to worry about it and that I’d clean it when I got back inside. We had a grand old time getting fizzy and exploding pop. We even tried it in our mouths. We were covered in diet coke and salt! And we were shouting and singing, “graduated from preschool, graduated from preschool!!” it was so silly fun.
Then I told the boys to take a bath and brush their teeth and then we’d watch tv shows in my bed.
When we went inside I found that Beau had indeed begun cleaning up. But for some reason he only used water which doesn’t do as great a job of cleaning as it does of concealing. Then you find sticky patches you couldn’t see for days to come. Oye. I told him to STOP so he started doing the dishes. Then he broke a glass and it shattered all over the floor. Then Finn decide to try the fizzy explosions in the bathroom with soap bubbles, a squeeze bottle, and a funnel.
It was not a dry experiment.
And Oliver peed on the floor. So I swept, picked up, sopped, and scrounged to get the house in a somewhat orderly fashion.
What began as a wholesome and delicious meal of “snake” ended in ruin and disaster.
And Finn said to me as we were watching a video of how deli sausage is made on YouTube in my bed, “mama…that was really really funny and fun. The candy and the pop ALL over the place.”
And he made a diagram of how we’re going to get the pop out of the tv.