I don’t want to brag, but I think I have one of the best behaved kids in the world. Yes, she does have the occasional tantrum, and it’s a chore to get her to sit still to eat, but I still think she’s the best.
I wonder if she know’s that Mama can’t see like other people. She sure acts like it sometimes. When we’re at the park, she never strays to far and always comes to ask me if she can do something.
Ever since she was a baby, she always gave me her bottle (and now zippy cup) as soon as she finished drinking. I never had to search under the couch or in her toys for them.
Except for last week when we were faced with “The Case of the Missing Elmo Cup.”
We were getting ready to see Thomas the Train at the Southern Nevada Railway Museum in Bolder City. We were rushing around the house in order to get there an hour early, like the ticket instructed us to do. Like usual, Marley had a muffin and her milk in her green Elmo cup. I just assumed that my husband had put it away, since he took care of cleaning up after breakfast. It wasn’t until the next day when she wanted her green Elmo cup again that I realized it was missing. I searched high and low. I tore apart her play room. I looked in the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen (where she loved to play in). I looked in the dog’s kennel. I looked in all of our closets, and dressers. But I couldn’t find that dang cup anywhere. The next day when my husband came home from his usual 24 hour shift, I told him about the missing cup. And you’ll never guess what he said……
“I know exactly where it is. It’s in the bottom of the pantry on the pie tins.”
Oh, and let me just tell you one more thing……our pantry has a glass door.
You might not want to continue reading if you have a weak stomach.
Needless to say, it was pretty disgusting to open up a 3 day old cup full of milk.
Never again will I assume that she gave it to her dad to put away.
Now I stick to my rule of making her bring me her cup (even if I know exactly where it is). I never want to smell 3 day old milk ever again.