Last week middle daughter's favorite amusement was an airplane she made out of the big and empty diaper box. She colored on it. Sat in it. Scooted in it. I tripped over it. Stepped on it. And accidentally put a hole in it when I was kicking it out of my way after tripping over it and stepping on it.
It was a mess. Pretty much destroyed after I landed on it. But she continued to occupy its little opening and "fly" around to her imaginary destinations- all on our family room floor. (I'm just glad little son didn't decide to fly it down the stairs)
I threw it in the recycle bin one night after she was tucked snuggly in her bed- on the floor. I don't know why, but she prefers to sleep on the floor. We have a perfectly good bed for her. She likes the floor. So, each night she retreats to her bedroom, takes her 4 blankets and lays them out in the proper order- thus preparing her little bedroll. Silly girl. And every night as I am going in to go to sleep, I check on my little camper. And there she is on the floor- snug as a bug ON the rug.
Saturday morning she came into my bedroom- bright and early- and crawled into bed with me. The husband was away at Youth Conference, so there was a little room for her. We were both awakened an hour later by the sound of the garbage truck. Middle daughter ran to my bedroom window, which faces the street. How lucky can you be to have your master bedroom at the front of the house? Right off your driveway and over your garage. Pretty lucky.
As the magic hand reached out and grabbed our bright blue recycle trash can, middle daughter could see her airplane as it slid out of the trash can and into the cavernous compactor truck. Oh, no. For the good part of Saturday- it was all about that airplane that was now on its way to a recycling center somewhere. "Who threw my airplane in the garbage?"
I don't know. Who would have done such a thing?
And sometimes I think I am being so sneaky.
When have you been caught red-handed? Or are you smarter than I am?
P.S. I have not changed a diaper for ONE WHOLE WEEK!!!! This is the first time in 6 1/2 years that none of my kids are in diapers. I believe this is why we are celebrating Thanksgiving next week. That, and I am thankful we won't have to deal with this when little son is 32.