the story of my unaccommodating soup bowl

So today just before 1 pm, I was very hungry.  I had forgotten to grab breakfast this morning (due to oversleeping... my life has clearly changed when 6:45 am is "oversleeping"), and had only managed a piece of gum so far in the day.  So I go to the kitchen, grab my can of veggie soup and a bowl. 

I open the can and start to pour it into the bowl.  About half way through doing this, I realize that the soup is not going to fit in the bowl.  I continue to pour anyway, and my mind wanders to something else.  About three quarters of the way through, I hit the bowl's capacity, and realize with a jolt that I should stop pouring.  So I do.  I look at the completely full bowl.  I look at my can with a fourth of the soup still in it.  I wonder what I should do.  I don't want to waste the extra soup.  And actually I'm hungry.  And I want to eat that extra soup, dammit.  So I am going to put it in the bowl, be damned! 

With no concern for the aftermath, I pour the rest of the soup into the bowl.

Now what did I think would happen?  Did I think the bowl would grow?  That it was only deceiving me by looking full and that it would actually accommodate the rest of my soup?

No, I believe that I just wanted to eat the soup and to eat it, I needed to put it into the bowl.  The laws of space do not apply to my soup bowls.  Except that, in a shocking turn of events, they do.   And soupy carnage splashes all over the counter tops, wasting the soup I so wanted to consume.

Dammit.