Beeg mess!

Today I got the great idea that I would move Asher from the living room to the kitchen so I could clean while he was eating lunch. Since my brain only runs on 10% power, I moved him in his high chair with the plate on the tray. WWWHHHHAAAAATTTTT????? I know, in retrospect, it was a terrible idea in so many ways, but I was focused on the stupid kitchen floor and getting it clean. I digress. So when I picked him up I walked about five feet when the back of the chair came off causing him to tilt and the plate fell to the floor.

Wouldn't you know that today was the day I was serving Chef Boyardee ravioli and strawberries. Do you think I give him this meal often? Why, no, today was only the third time in his life that he'd eaten canned pasta. So of course everything dumped onto the floor. This sauce must have red dye #40 added because it stains so completely and quickly you wouldn't believe it. His eyes, which are already big, were huge and he said, "Mommy make beeg mess!" So I scooped everything back on the plate, give it back to him, and start cleaning immediately.

As I'm cleaning I hear, "Ah-ah make beeg mess!", and I say, "No, mommy made mess, not Asher." I turn around at this point to see why he had made this statement. He was, in fact, in the process of making a big mess by dumping his plate over the side of his tray. Sigh. So then I got to clean up not one huge orange stain, but two.