Irony?

Something occured this morning that hit me as funny, and I would like to share it...

I was preceeding to put honey on my toast at the table when Harris, who was sitting across the table from me, shall we say "misplaced" some crumbs and maybe a dot of jelley on the tablecloth which covers out wooden table. Daddy saw it and cleaned it up with a wet rag, afterwards fetching a place mat and putting it under Harris's plate.

Daddy's actions were obviously put into place by the dirtying of the tablecloth, and yet, the tablecloth's purpose is to cover table and keep food from getting on the wood. The food being misplaced on the cloth completely fufilled the purpose of the cloth, and I, therefore, see no reason to be agitated by the soiling of the cloth.