This evening, I was rooting around in the fridge, and I came across a large bowl with a very small amount of pasta sauce. “This can go,” I announced. “Especially since someone ate all the sausage out of it.” I placed the bowl in the sink.
“Who would do something like that?” W asked, feigning disbelief.
“Hmm. I wonder…” I let my voice trail off. “Perhaps your brother?”
“Oh, that’s right! He comes home for less than 24 hours, pillages our food, and then goes back to school. He doesn’t have to deal with the consequences.”
I looked at my son, nodding. Pillage. What a fitting word for what goes on with the food in my house. From now on, I am going to use that word with all of my teens.
Stop pillaging and shut the refrigerator! See what I mean? Perfect!