It’s called… what did Jennifer find in her car when she cleaned it out during lunch…
- 10 Chloe socks. Notice I didn’t say 10 pair, just 10 socks. She takes one shoe and one sock off every night on the drive home. Leaves the other one alone.
- 3 pair of Chloe’s shoes.
- 2 books
- 1 truck
- 1 sippy cup (Yes, just 1)
- 1 elmo
- 1 pair of elmo slippers
- 4 hair bows
- 2 old cellphones
- Goggles. The mad scientist kind, not the swimming ones.
- 1 passy
A few Saturdays ago, Chloe and I were playing in the living room and there was a knock at the door. A cute little neighborhood girl had a “Lost Dog” poster she was passing around. She asked me if I had seen this dog. Me, being sympathetic, wrote down the phone number and told her I hadn’t seen the dog but would be on the look out for it. As she was leaving I told her I hoped she found her dog. Her response was one I was not exptecting…
Girl: “Oh, that’s not my dog. That dog ate my dog and I’m helping someone try to find it.”
Me: “Well, that’s disturbing.” Seriously, what do you say to something like this?