Yes, that was my old method. Scary, huh? And of course, I break stuff in the kitchen too. But I always get it cleaned up before he sees it. My daughter is still traumatized from the time we were making a frozen lemon pie, and I had separated out the egg yolks and whipped the egg whites, and then answered the phone. My sweet little helper asked what to do with the egg yolks now. I quickly said, "Put them in the bowl." So she put them in the bowl with the frothy egg whites. When I looked back, I screamed, "Not that bowl!" Poor little girl, she broke down crying. I think it was a year or so before she wanted to cook with me again.
