After a busy weekend with the kids I decided that Sunday would be left over day in the Sogn-Dewar household. I should have known better... I reheated the ketchup hotdish and implored my children to belly up to the kitchen table for round two of the delectable meal that almost caused a fire the night before. Immediately Paige rolled her eyes and Gavin pouted as he looked at the heaping mound of "yumminess" that taunted him from the dinning room table. And so it started;
Gavin: "Can I eat this in my room?'
Me: "No, we are all going to eat together at the table."
Gavin: "I need to go to the bathroom."
Me: "Have at it."
Gavin grabbed his plate and ran like a madman into the bathroom before I could catch him.
Me: "Gav! Don't eat your dinner in the bathroom, that is disgusting."
Gavin: "I need something to do while I am in here!"
I argued with him for a few minutes before I threw my hands in the air and gave up. And then I heard the toilet flush, and flush again and flush a third time. When Gavin finally came out of the bathroom he brought his empty plate and set it in the sink. So, I asked questions that any normal parent would ask...
Me: "Gavin, did you flush your dinner down the toilet?"
Gavin: "Ummmmmm....nooooooooooo??"
I channel my inner Melinda Dillon circa 'A Christmas Story' and say;
Me: "You know, there are starving people in China who would kill for ketchup hot dish!"
Gavin: "Well, send it to them. The toilet wouldn't even eat it!"
Paige: "It would be a good punishment for all the pollution that China causes."
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