My refrigerator is once again full of food, ready to cook for Shabbat, and to keep the boychik’s tummies filled for the next few days. Seriously, there is no more room in there for anything. I feel fortunate and blessed (and tired and broke).
So if the fridge is FULL, tell me why it is that each and every one of my four boys will come home from school, tell me about their day, and within the course of one conversation will have opened and closed the fridge seventeen and a half times. Then they will go over to the pantry, well stocked and overflowing, open that door eleventeen times. Then they will go back to the fridge, ask what’s for supper and when (it is always at 6 pm in this house. Rarely changes. But they still have to ask) and then they complain there is nothing to eat. Just to make sure of this, they have to open the fridge one more time.
Sometimes I put out a tray of carrots and celery and cut up cucumber with chummus to keep them going until all are home and supper is on the table. But that still doesn’t stop them opening and closing that fridge. What do they think? That the contents will change in between looks? That all of a sudden it will be filled with soda and barely-nutritious snacks? That if they open it real fast they will catch the fridge elf drinking beer sitting with his feet propped up on the margarine?
Why do they do this?