K. was playing quietly in her room, which she does often. Suddenly I realized that she was being too quiet--a bad quiet--a "gotten into something that's off limits" quiet. I quickly entered her room to find K., surrounded by the contents of an entire box of Kleenex. She was having a blast, removing the sheets of facial tissue one-by-one from the box and was completely engrossed in her task. She had pulled the box off of her dresser--I didn't realize she could reach it.
"Oh, hey Mom. Would you like one?"
So I get to spend my evening putting tissues, one-by-one, back into the box.
"Oh, hey Mom. Would you like one?"
So I get to spend my evening putting tissues, one-by-one, back into the box.
3 comments:
No way - you put them all back in?? I don't know why I'm surprised... ;)
Ha ha!! I used to do that with toilet paper!
I can't believe you put them back in! Go you!
I am also not surprised that you put them all back in. I once caught one of the cats shredding a roll of toilet paper, which definitely went into the garbage.
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