Tact?
Who needs it?
Tyler and I have just mixed a batch of double chocolate brandy balls, my traditional Christmas treat. As I transfer the bowls, spoons, measuring cup and food processor bits across the kitchen to the waiting sink of soapy water, Tyler surveys the counter, still littered with chocolate crumbs, melted chocolate chips blops, droplets of corn syrup, a small drift of icing sugar … the counter and, to a lesser degree, the floor. All this detritus, of course, a direct result of baking with a toddler.
Tyler surveys and counter and makes his judgment:
“You have a dirty, messy house, Mary.”
He looks surprised when I drop the damp washcloth on top of his head…
Cute! Beware, though. The criticism continues…from my 11 yr-old, Bengal: “It’s okay if my room is messy. You’re kind of sloppy, too.”
One of my kids tried that on me, too. My reply? “Well, I guess I haven’t set the bar too high, then. When your room is consistently as tidy as mine, I won’t insist it be any cleaner.” Which put the end to the smart remarks. π And fair’s fair. I don’t expect them to be cleaner than me, just not so bad we’re bordering on health violations…
Recipe please? I’m drooling all over my keyboard!
I’ve edited the post to include a link to the recipe, which I posted … wow, three years ago! They are very, very good. π
My three-year-old, the other day, upon arriving home. It’d been a busy,crazy week and many household chores had been deferred: “This house is so messy, it’s stressing me out!”
I could be mad, but he sounds AWFULLY familiar.