As Lydia and I made our way into the kitchen, I realized that she was right. She had ruined it. Supper was in a steaming pile on the kitchen floor nestled among the shattered glass of the 9x13 pan. Apparently she had attempted to carry supper to the supper table.

Instead of such a “big girl” feat, however, she had dropped everything onto our tiled kitchen floor. This resulted in glass exploding in every possible direction……