Along with the laundry elf and the self propelling vacuum cleaner, my children must also think we have a magic sink.

I say this because they randomly dump bowls of cereal, half empty ice cream cartons and anything else they don’t want to finish into the sink and walk away.

I can only assume that they think that when their backs are turned the water and the garbage disposal magically turn on and dispose of their food particles.

This morning I awakened to a half of bowl of Captain Crunch and a half a carton of chocolate ice cream that had melted and merged together in such a way that I thought the dog had climbed up on the counter and gotten sick.  All the goo was draped over various dishes and my dish washing wand.  The temperature of the water needed to combat this mess could have very likely resulted in my admission to the Burn Unit at U of M.

The really scary part is that the Captain Crunch is almost indestructible.  I am reluctant to buy it for the kids because I don’t think it is safe for their digestive tract.  Even the garbage disposal snarled and sputtered when it tried to deal with the Crunch clump as I know call it.

So Eller children , just a little FYI.  The next time I encounter one of your creations, I may just scoop it up in a ziploc bag and wrap it up for Christmas.