The War on Crumbs

This is a ridiculous blog post, but I have to get the word out.  Please, PLEASE stop the crumbs.  Crumbs are horrible and my sons, obviously, don't show any signs of stopping the crumbs any time soon.  Neither does my dear husband, who is THE worst crumb leaver I know.  I love him dearly and I think I'm doing good because this is one of his very few flaws, but every time he eats, no matter how big his plate, there are crumbs left behind. 

He comes by it naturally though.  His father is also a habitual Crumb Leaver.  I remember one of the first times he came to our house, he put some butter on his toast and bam!  Crumbs alllll up in the butter.  That's fine if you're going to only be eating toast, but what happens when you want some butter for your mashed potatoes?  Do you really want toast crumbs in your potatoes?  Some don't care, but I do.

This picture was taken after Captain Fussybuckets ate a granola bar this morning.  You see, I provided him with a plate because I know granola can be messy.  But yet, after the granola was gone…crumbs.  everywhere.  

I try to accept my fate – a mom living in a Crumby World.  I will try to teach  my children to eat over their plates and not wipe their crumby hands on their shirts, but it is a huge task.  Please, if you have any advice (other than crumb therapy or some OCD prescription drugs,) please share!