Silence filled the room, and when I turned around to look at the corner of the kitchen, I realized that the father and son had already battled it out before this.
Not only were there traces of breadcrumbs on the kitchen counter and the stovetop but in the corners of the floorboard as well.
"What's going on here, Munchkin? How did the kitchen become like this when you haven't even started making the meatballs? Come over here and clean this up!" I said while dragging Munchkin to the kitchen without looking at Theo on purpose.
As soon as we entered, we both hid behind the door.
When I was 'scolding' Munchkin, I gave
him a wink. The little guy then went along with it and displayed a face of guilt.
I reckoned that from Theo’s point of view, it looked like I was lecturing the child.
Sure enough, not long after, Theo came our way. Hence, I estimated the distance and began counting down with Munchkin in a whisper.
"Three... two... one." The moment Theo came in, we tossed half the small bowl of breadcrumbs in our hands all over Theo's face.
After all the breadcrumbs had fallen, Theo stood in front of us looking like a clown with a full face of makeup on.
Munchkin and I hugged our stomachs and laughed out loud.
After quite a while, Theo finally moved his eyebrows and opened his eyes.
"Daddy lost! You said you were the best just now, but you got ambushed by Mommy in the blink of an eye!" Munchkin said while he laughed and ran away.
Theo walked to the side of the kitchen and turned on the faucet without saying a word. After washing off the breadcrumbs on his face, he started filling the basin up with water.
I sensed that something was off, so I immediately grabbed Munchkin and evacuated the kitchen.
The next moment, he poured the leftover breadcrumbs in the small bowl into the water.
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