For some odd reason, Z poured out snacks onto a plate and disappeared. Given that our apartment wasn’t very big and I didn’t spot Z at the dining table, I looked for him. He was, as expected, in his room.
I was mortified that he was eating crackers in his room whilst building lego. Yes, the same greasy hands touching the lego all over.
In a typical mom style, I told him why he should not eat in the room and hustled him to the dining room.
Unfortunately, he was not bothered.
A few days’ later, there was a piece of news about a live cockroach found in a woman’s skull. I showed that to Z promptly. It was a powerful message because it sent Z off with wet wipes, in a frantic rush to clean his lego.
I hoped it was the last of in-room snacking in a long while.