Dear Caden,
I understand that you are none too happy with Mommy for trying to clean ravioli out of every possible nook and cranny after dinner tonight. However, your anger is very much misplaced. The Mayans predicted the world would end today, therefore Mommy let you eat the messiest meal possible in hopes that the Apocalypse would occur before clean-up. Blame the Mayan's, I know I am.
Love,
Mommy
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