So, embedded in the old hardwood floor in our old dining room in our old house is a nail that periodically likes to pop up above sea level and snag my favorite socks. I find this very annoying, yet I enjoy retrieving the hammer and pounding the daylights out of the floor each time the nail claims another sock victim.
Zoey was intrigued by this whole process last night. When all the banging was said and done, I told her Mommy was very annoyed about having to throw away one of her best pairs of socks, because look at that hole!
In to the trash it went.
This morning, as per usual, I got Zoey up and changed her diaper. (The "leaden anchor diaper", as I think my friend Kelly described the first diaper of the morning. So true.) As I went to deposit it in the bathroom trash can, I happened to look down and noticed a splash of colorful gray and pink cotton in the bottom of the can. Hmmm. What....? I reached down to grab it, only to find on closer inspection that the ENTIRE contents of Zoey's sock drawer were now residing in the garbage can. Along with two kitchen washcloths and a hand towel.
Super.
I safely returned the socks to their dresser drawer and went out to have a conversation with my daughter about the difference between garbage and clothing.
But I kind of think she still doesn't get it...I am making a mental note to check the contents of all garbage cans before taking them outside, at least for the next couple weeks.
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