But she didn't. She laughed. She laughed so hard we had to write a song/poem about it in order for Daddy to fully grasp the magnitude of the mess we (she) made.
Green beans on the ceiling.There really were green beans everywhere. We found them splattered on the cabinets fifteen feet away. We found them on the nine-foot ceiling. I don't think we could have created such a massive green bean explosion if we had tried.
Green beans on the floor.
Green beans in the kitchen.
Green beans galore.
But Mom wasn't mad. I panicked. Mom laughed. Sure, there was a huge mess to clean up but so what? It was almost as funny as the time Grandpa sneezed egg all over the wall.
In that moment, she taught me that messes are ok. She taught me to laugh at myself. She taught me sometimes things don't happen was we plan but that doesn't mean it's the end of the world.
And she did it all with a jar of green beans.
Learning to decorate with green beans,