One more chance

Today as I toasted bagels and poured sipcups I attempted to cut an orange into fourths and then peel it (as yesterday I attempted to peel it first) and again like yesterday the orange was so ripe and juicy that it just came out as orange juice on the cutting board and clumpy orange slices. One of the first "slices" slipped off the edge of the cutting board, so it rested on the counter top. No big deal, it's not like the counter wasn't clean. But Ocean made a huge scene about it. "Mommy, Mommy! That orange fell!" I responded to his concerns:"Yes, Ocean. It fell a whole quarter of an inch from the cutting board to the counter top. It's okay." He continued to lament. So, I told him that I was working hard to get breakfast done for us. Then he told me it was okay and that I had "one more chance."