Sometimes, living with you is like living with a quirky little elf with an offbeat agenda.
Here are some things I've discovered this week:
You seem to think the DVD remote could be much much cleaner.
You'd like to store your wipes in the cooking pots, your diaper creme in the coffee mugs and assorted canned goods in your dad's dress shoes. I hope that last one isn't evidence of survivalist tendencies. You never know, this being Montana and all. Since your dad only wears dress shoes about once a year, that tuna hasn't created any kind of scheduling conflict.
We had so many cartons of your soy milk that I had to store a few on their sides. Not only did you figure out how to open the plastic lid, you also removed the foil safety seal, leaving the milk free to pour out on the ground. This one you actually confessed to, by toddling into the kitchen, pointing to the pantry and yelling AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! We've learned that AAAAAAAAAAAHHH means "I can't imagine how it happened, dear parents, but it would appear that there is now $3 worth of liquid on the floor of the pantry."
It's moments like this that keep us buying wine by the box.
Love,
Mom
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