Middle Son got up from the table in during dinner with his plate in his hand. That usually means he's planning to dump his food into the trash. Since he hadn't eaten much, I didn't want him to do that. So I got up and went to stand in front of the sink, blocking his path. When he saw me standing there, he flicked his plate so that all the food went flying off, towards me.
Pasta in alfredo sauce, corn, and sliced apples. Big mess. I cursed in front of my children for the first time in a couple of years.