Me: both hands occupied stirring and cooking on the stove
Madelyn: rooting around in the pantry on the other side of the island
Me: stabilizing what I am doing in order to go get Madelyn out of the pantry because she might touch the broom (yuck) or drop a glass jar on her toes
Madelyn: walking around the side of the island toward me carrying an open bag of white rice
Me: cat-like reflexes springing into action, lunging to rescue the bag of rice before she...
Madelyn: turns it upside down and every grain of rice pours onto the floor, jumping in all directions
Me: standing dumbfounded with my hands one inch away from the now-empty rice bag, feeling like I ought to cry, but taking a deep breath instead
I think I was in shock for a few minutes because I could not decide if I should quickly salvage what I could, knowing the rice would be ridden with dog hair and floor crumbs, or just let Madelyn have her fun now that the deed was done.
Before the frustration passed enough for me to get to work cleaning up the mess (plus I still had dinner cooking that required my attention), Loki and Kezia ingested a fair amount of raw rice, which made for some interesting poops Gary got to clean up. Madelyn had lots of fun, and the next time we have to pull the fridge out for some reason, we'll be reminded of this incident by all of the grains of rice that my vacuum couldn't reach.