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:
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!
I think Eric threw a remote control of ours away. Kids.
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
I mostly want to know how you solved the mystery. Was it Joseph's keen perception of metal on metal? Or did Emily confess?
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