A Win in Going with the Flow

I soaked through three layers of skirts with stew juice tonight, and I broke into laughter.

Why?
The absurd way the I spilled it.

Was my spoon too heavy for the paper bowl and tipped it over?
Nope.

Was I so immersed in the show Avatar: the Last Airbender that I missed my mouth with the spoon?
Nuh-uh.

Did I hold the bowl over my skirt, but my hand went limp and I dropped the contents straight into my lap?

Well, I was intently watching Avatar, and I was holding my bowl and spoon over my lap...

And then I speared my spoon through the soaked paper bowl and didn't realize was had happened until it looked like a baby had spit up on me profusely.

I am very thankful I had just washed my other set of skirts earlier in the day.