No, actually I was cleaning out the two older boys' toy box. Yes, they still have a toy box at the ripe old ages of 6 and damn near 10. I must be doing something right. At least they are playing with toys and not boobies. Which I am scared to death about by the way. Seriously, can you even imagine this little baby whom you carried for nine treacherous months and attempted to mold into a fine young citizen, eventually goes out and does things that you were trying to do "quietly" all these years??!. OMG. I'm freaked out.
Back to the toy box renovation.
So I'm sorting through this box-o-toys and what do I come across??? SHIT! real live actual shit!
Hahaha ok, not really but it sure looked like it. As I'm digging in this anonymous pile of crap I come across an unwrapped, half sucked on Tootsie roll. YUCK. Mind you, I am completely aware that the last time that they received Tootsie rolls was back in November when we went to my brother's house for Thanksgiving. Nasty, month old, did I say wet?? candy. Awesome.
Moving on.
Chess pieces with out the chess board, 7 dominoes, thousands of gum wrappers ( we can thank their dentist for rewarding them an entire package of gum for no cavities for that one) , half chewed Nerf darts, and dried up Play dough. I was completely over it.
I'm sticking to my guns about buying only socks next year for Christmas.
xoxo
That is awesome! I've thought a lot about starting a blog, especially when I was taking care if my grandma. Love it Angela!
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