Waging a cereal bowl war

Maybe these stuck-on Rice Krispies would actually make great decoration for the bowl, Mom. Mom? Mom?!

So, yesterday the Taz left his unrinsed cereal bowl in the sink. And true to logic, the Rice Krispies on the side of the bowl cemented themselves rather nicely to the glass. I got home from work, and called him over to the sink.

“Check this out,” I said, pointing to the bowl. “Once again you forgot to rinse out the bowl.”

“Oh, sorry,” he said, and started to walk away.

“Hold on a second, mister,” I said, holding onto his hand so that he couldn’t go anywhere. He grinned, knowing he was caught. “Now you get to clean it out.” He grabbed the sponge and started half-heartedly swiping at the bowl while I put groceries away and started dinner.

“How’s this?” he asked, showing me a bowl with soggy Rice Krispies all over the sides.

“Seriously?” I asked.

The cereal bowl war was eventually won by yours truly 20 minutes later when he finally showed me a bowl that was missing most of the gunk that had dried there all day long. The blood and sweat he put into cleaning that bowl was accompanied by plenty of tears, and whining that could probably be heard several doors down (sorry neighbors). But dang it, the kid is going to have to learn how to do dishes properly sometime (you’re welcome, future daughter-in-law). And when he wasn’t looking, I stuck the bowl in the dishwasher to clean properly. Yes, he has to learn how to wash dishes properly. But that doesn’t mean I need to eat off them.

Was his lesson learned immediately? Highly doubtful. Especially when he left his cereal bowl FLOATING in the sink this morning like a boat on a greasy ocean of once soapy water, the milk in no danger of drowning.  And along with that, he left the empty cereal box stuck to the counter by a thin layer of milk, every light in the house blazing in vacant rooms, and his smelly shoes walking around the room on their own.

Hey, we’ll get this someday, even if I have to call him up in the middle of the night when he’s in his 30’s just to remind him that the bowl isn’t going to rinse itself.

4 thoughts on “Waging a cereal bowl war

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  1. Good Luck. My 21 year old still leaves dishes out unrinsed. I don’t clean them for him, so he gets to clean them after the food is dried on before putting them in the dishwasher. When he is in the middle of something (typically video game or watching a show on the internet), the extra effort to rinse the dish is a bother, so I guess he would rather wait and do the additional work later to clean off the dried food. Some day I assume he will tire of the extra work, but for now……

  2. Hey now, I’ve had this same conversation with a couple of women in my life, more than once, I might add, when they seemed unaware that baby food will dry to the consitency of dried cement on the side of chosen baby bowls, and will require the equivalent of laser surgery to remove. As a man who knows how to wash a dish (thanks Mom!) in defense of men (and boys) everywhere, the derelection of this small piece of physics knowledge isn’t mutually exclusive to the male genome. Perhaps a good soaking is in order. 😉

  3. In no way do I intend this piece to be sexist. My daughter has been just as guilty of said infraction on numerous occasions. But I did intend it to be age-ist, as it seems that any direction given to children goes in one ear and out the other. And repeated directions are then treated as a nag. But judging by your case, it looks like the offense of non-rinsing doesn’t just pertain to minors in the household. Short of placing these cemented dishes on their pillows at night, looks like we’re going to be chipping away for a very long time. 🙂

  4. Love it. Hey if you run outta glue for a school project, soggy rice crispies will work fine. After 10 x of scrubbing he may get the hint. 🙂

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