For someone like me, I will simply begin by laughing very hard first. I mean, I can’t say that I don’t deserve to laugh very hard, or that the situation deserves a more serious approach. But, at the end of it all, I have to laugh first because I am probably the first person to laugh at for the purposes of blame.
Children will always be children, and whether or not we want to believe it not, they will always act like children. I mean, you can’t expect a child to act like an adult, isn’t? That would be totally out of line, and abnormal as well.
Having said that, I think after laughing at myself, I would simply acknowledge the fact that I have misbehaved by allowing the children gain access to the Indomie carton to begin with. Obviously, I should have known that children get bored easily, and will play with anything that interests them. I mean, from the picture, it’s obvious they definitely would have seen me cooking Indomie by removing the nylon packs and throwing it inside the water.
I will even be more grateful they didn’t try to use the gas cooker or stove to boil it, and thereby causing a disaster that would have made the national news afterwards. So, at least, I will be grateful that it could have been worse, despite the fact they literally wasted one of the fastest rising commodities in the market, whose price keeps changing everyday like seasons in the sun.
After packing up the mess they have made, I will cook noodles for them garnished with all the right ingredients and condiments. Obviously, they were probably missing my delicious meals and wanted to surprise daddy, who knows. But before that, I would have ascertained to know if they ate the damn thing raw, so as not to complicate their health.
After that, I will make them understand that whenever they want to eat noodle, they should let me know.
What do you think?
Will you deal with them for wasting the food? Flog them as is the common thing in our society today? Leave your comments below.