Kitchen Experiments

“Boys, what is the only rule when you do your kitchen experiments?”

“Don’t make anything explode,” Tyler offers.  Experiments are usually his gig, but Tucker is joining him on this one.

I hadn’t thought of that rule, actually.  “Yes.  What is the second only rule?”

They look at me with blank distraction, surrounded by bottles of old salad dressing and crumbles of ramen noodles.

“You have to clean it up, guys.”

“Right!  Yes!  We will!”  They promise.

They love to make little (and big) concoctions of this and that, a pinch of instant coffee, a handful of potato chips, a bowl of ice cubes, and a popsicle to mix it all together.  And there’s almost always an egg or two in the mix.

It almost always ends up in my refrigerator with a verbal warning: Do Not Disturb this for Four Days.

There is always residual mess, but it’s the price one pays to nurture creativity.  I make them tell me everything that’s in it before we pour it down the garbage disposal, when all is said and done.

This ingredient list included:
ice cubes,
giant marshmallows,
instant coffee,
balsamic vinegar,
lemon juice,
Ramen noodles,
blackberry yogurt,
strawberry jello,
and sunscreen.

Harmless enough.  I poured it down the disposal.

Then I heard chink-chink.  Chink-chinkety-chink!@#$$%-chink-*&^%$&@-chink.

Tyler said, “Oh, and a couple of dimes.”

Awesome.

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5 thoughts on “Kitchen Experiments

  1. That’s freakin hilarious. I admire your ability to give your little guys the freedom to make kitchen concoctions.

  2. Oh, no! That sounds like something my stepdaughter would have done~ she is now 33. We still don’t enjoy her cooking. ;)

  3. Just make sure their little experiments never contain Bleach and Ammonia

  4. thought of you last night as I took the cloths out of the wash machine and there sat 2 little dimes on the bottom of the machine, so I sent up a little prayer for you. Maybe I will think of you every time I see a dime.

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