Toys. They are EVERYWHERE in our house. And when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere.
The dirty laundry basket? Found a Lego train in there yesterday.
The lower kitchen cabinet where we keep Alex-friendly items? Found a sock in there the other day.
My shoes left by the front door? Found a piece of train track as I was leaving the house at 7 am today. (Ouch.)
I've got all the organizer bins, the baskets, the bookshelves... everything that (in theory) should keep our life in order. Alex just moves a little faster than we're able to keep up.
And even though I mutter every curse word under the sun when I step barefoot on a Matchbox car as I'm stumbling to the loo at 3 am, it brings a little smile to my face knowing that Alex is likely smart enough to realize what he's doing.
"Yeah, Mom. Remember that timeout you put me in today? Enjoy this little present tonight..."
**places Matchbox car in hallway and giggles as he squeals off to color on the walls**
Touche, kid. Touche.
1 comment:
Thanks, Kristi! By the way, the same thing happens here, too! I found a stuffed dog in the drawer under the oven last week and a car in the dishwasher.
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