In response to my telling him, "If it doesn't fit your pocket, you can't take it with you," Zee has become quite the pocket stuffer.
Today, these showed up in the bottom of my washing machine. I guess I'll actually need to start checking his pockets now.
It could be worse. My husband actually had a diaper in the pocket of his cargo shorts (or as he likes to call them, "his real-man's diaper bag") once. The entire bottom of the washer and the filter (yes, I had to pull it out) reminded me of silvery sugar at the bottom of a bowl of cereal. Unfortunately, this wasn't a sweet surprise.
You'd think that would be enough of a lesson to make me check pockets, but I guess it's just not in my nature. Let's hope that doesn't bite me in the ass later.
©Erin Croley
It could be worse. My husband actually had a diaper in the pocket of his cargo shorts (or as he likes to call them, "his real-man's diaper bag") once. The entire bottom of the washer and the filter (yes, I had to pull it out) reminded me of silvery sugar at the bottom of a bowl of cereal. Unfortunately, this wasn't a sweet surprise.
You'd think that would be enough of a lesson to make me check pockets, but I guess it's just not in my nature. Let's hope that doesn't bite me in the ass later.
©Erin Croley
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