Soon after my first child was born my mom called me and she was laughing so hard she could barely speak.
“You won’t believe what your dad did! He spilled a box of spaghetti on the floor and thought it made such an interesting pattern that he played around with it for awhile. Now he’s on the stool he made and taking a Polaroid.”
According to my little sister the spaghetti scene remained on the floor for almost a week and the household had to leap over or tiptoe through it.
That was my dad. Don’t cry over spilled spaghetti. Walk around it.