Me in horrified shock: "Jacob! What in the world are you doing?"
Jacob looking at me as though I had just sprouted horns: "Uh, having a picnic, obviously."
Me trying to decide whether or not to leave them be and enjoy their disastrous creativity that they were clearly enjoying, or to enforce the "no food out of the kitchen" rule and make them clean it all up right then and there: *heavy silence... utter defeat* "Fine, but no more! Please!"
Jacob, seeing that he would live to make a mess another day, happily turns back to shoveling food into his mouth: "Here Claira, try crackers on your bread!"
Ten minutes later...
Jacob obviously bored with his picnic: "Mom? Can I play on the kindle?"
I look over into the living room: "Sure, after you clean up your gigantic picnic mess."
Jacob also looks into the living room, then back at me with incredulousness written all over his features, and in total seriousness asks: