Monday, March 4, 2013
Kids are such easy targets. They get blamed for just about everything, because they do most of it. Tonight, when I walked into the boys room for the bedtime ritual, I noticed some clothes in the trash can. I immediately, point it out and ask who did it. To which, Brock replied, without hesitation and very matter-of-fact-ly, "Curtis did." I instantly believed him, but asked him to put them in the dirty clothes hamper for me, he happily complied. Weird. Anyway, as I watched him carry a pair of navy socks with an orange stripe, then a navy t-shirt, then another navy t-shirt, then one argyle sock, it occurred to me. How strange? Those were the exact 5 items I picked up and put in the dirty hamper not 20 minutes ago. Or, did I put them in the hamper? Perhaps, I, the mom, the accuser, am the one that put them in the trash can by mistake! The 2 receptacles are close in proximity. They are both circular. They are both mesh in style. But I have zero recollection of where I actually placed the items. No clue. Signs are pointing to me. Afterall, what 2 year old stops after pulling only 5 items from the hamper and transferring them to the trash can. Generally, 2-year-olds are all or nothing kind of kids. Can't have a gummy bear? Then I am going to scream about it for 20 minutes. Can have a gummy bear? I am giggly and happy as a peach. You know how it goes. Looks as thought baby brain may have struck again. Not sure how much more of this our family can tolerate. Hopefully, I do not forget or neglect a human here in the next few months. A missing child seems a lot more stressful than a missing sock.