...to hand out popsicles OUTSIDE and not in the kitchen. We bought $1 popsicle forms at Target this weekend and made our own orange juice pops. Today the kids wanted some. Like, duh.
In a moment of sheer stupidity optimism, I handed them their popsicles - from the sink. It's now possible to follow a sticky, polka-dotted trail from the kitchen sink (where I defrosted the forms enough to remove said popsicles) to Little One's perch at the table this snack time - which happens to be, um, Darling's chair. There's an amoeba-shaped orange patch by the island where Middle One stood and a series of little drips, courtesy of Big Kid.
Sigh. You'd think I was a rookie. ;-) Time to go Shark the kitchen.