Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Bad News, Boys

We have a grocery sack full of dirty diapers that hangs from our closet doorknob.

That in and of itself is bad news, but it gets worse.

Wednesday afternoon:
Emily amused herself by stuffing as many electronic gadgets and cords into this bag as she could.

Wednesday night:
Joseph took the bag out to the dumpster and heard a suspicious clank as it landed, but decided the dumpster was far too stinky to root through.

Early Thursday morning:
The garbage man came (while Emily watched through the window and cheered).

Late Thursday morning:
I packed the kids up to go to story time and could not find my keys or phone ANYWHERE.
I poked around the apartment, certain they would turn up, but they stubbornly remained hidden...
Or gone?

We officially have a toddler. And a mischievous one at that.

4 comments:

mkt said...

Yikes! I'm fairly certain we've lost at least one set of keys and some jewelry by the same method... here's to hoping you just misplaced them!

Kristen said...

I think Eric threw a remote control of ours away. Kids.

Joseph said...

Incidentally, the title is one of our favorite family phrases for when things go wrong. It originally came from Limozeen's road manager, Teeg Dougland: http://www.hrwiki.org/wiki/Teeg_Dougland

Nathan said...

I mostly want to know how you solved the mystery. Was it Joseph's keen perception of metal on metal? Or did Emily confess?