It seemed like a good idea at the time

James asked for some Cheerios just now, and I set the box on the counter for a minute while I pulled something out of the dishwasher. In a flash he took the box, lifted it to stick his hand inside, slipped, and dumped the box all over the floor. Whoops!

I took out the hand broom and dustpan and showed him how to sweep the cereal into the pan for disposal. He set to with alacrity. Unfortunately a few minutes later I found that the Cheerio-covered proportion of the kitchen floor had increased exponentially.