and some of you are going to think what is wrong with that girl?
My SIL makes the world’s best cookies. They have butterscotch chips and, I think, oatmeal? Regardless, I love them, love them, love them. I don’t know what’s in them because, if I knew, then I WOULD BAKE THEM. And eat them. And I am trying to fit back into my jeans so…it shall remain a mystery.
Monkey had one of these cookies and he decided he didn’t like it. He did what he always does which is to take it out of his mouth and throw it in the garbage. Good job, son!
The problem was…he threw it in the garbage can in the bathroom. SO, every time I opened up that garbage can my heart stopped because, well, do you know what mostly chewed oatmeal cookies look like when they’re placed just so on top of tissues in the garbage can directly next to the toilet???
Those of you who survived (or are currently smack in the middle of) that phase between the kid learning to take his/her diaper off and the kid learning to cwap on the pot and ONLY on the pot know how I felt those three days, repeatedly on the verge of screeching, “WHERE IS MONKEY?!?!?” and “DID HE WASH HIS FRIGGING HANDS?!?”
The rest of you…just be happy, very, very happy you don’t get it 😉