20 Minutes 'til Lunch

It's almost lunchtime. I have managed to turn Dora off without incident, and the girls have turned their attention to creating their best tornado damage simulation in the living room. I see toys strewn on the floor that I didn't even know they owned. They are communicating in a language that apparently only they understand, probably brainstorming a way to reach the bubbles I put on the top bookshelf. I see that that the storage bin has now been converted into a passenger car of some sort, and Leila is dragging her sister all over the house. During that process, Leila has now managed to break her princess shoe and has balked at the idea that we throw it out because it can't be fixed, her exact words being, "NO THROW IT OUT! I FIX IT!" "Fine," I tell her because the next 5 minutes she spends trying unsuccessfully to mend her shoe will buy me more peace and quiet to think about what I am going to make for lunch...