A plunger is not a toy.
I guess, as the saying goes, desperate times call for desperate measures. Quinny has very little to play with these days, but when I found this in the hall, I found myself yelling lesson #6 - a phrase I never would have guessed would come out of my mouth. This was close by...
I'm totally cool with the flipped over laundry basket for a toy. What kid doesn't want to play with that?
I'm a little upset with this lady and her trusty amigos...
Dora and her friends were supposed to be babysitting during the plunger incident. Look at her acting all innocent. When I found Q she was on the bed with a sly grin.
She probably knew that I was going to find this...
...as soon as I went downstairs. And so the night went on and on and on......
3 comments:
Ew. I don't want to even think about what's growing on our plunger. I assume that's pixie dust on the fridge handles?
You have a gorgeous family...thanks for including me in your blog roll!
That plunger, in particular, should never be a toy. It looks like it could be a toy, but I know where that blue bulb has been!
I have cursed that plunger many times, and to see it sitting there in the hall completely turns my stomach - double YUK!!!!!
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