Please stop, Please!

Last night I attempted to make Chicken Fried Rice. (I say attempted because while always edible, my fried rice never tastes anything like my friend Chanara's.) For those that don't know making chicken fried rice is very involved. Once you get started you can't really stop until it is finished. Well, I do believe Eli realized this bit of information and took the opportunity to get into everything he knew he wasn't supposed to get into. First, he was on top of the computer desk banging away on the keys. Next, in Hannah's room turning over her little blue table and flinging the chairs every where. And then, as I turned to put a pan in the sink I see his eyes peeking at me from behind the candy jar that is on top of the bar. The little goober had moved one of Hannah's chairs to the counter so that he could nab some chocolate. Lord help me. No more complicated dinners. From now on it's chicken nuggets and hot dogs.