This evening after dinner, we put away our placemats in the large kitchen sideboard and I inadvertently opened the wrong drawer.
It is a drawer I don't often visit. It holds my spoon dish, electric mixer, and this round plastic double-sided zippered thingy that I use to roll out pie dough. Oh yeah, and the extra string used to tie together cuts of meat, turkey legs, and what not.
Tonight, I found a little something extra tucked inside:
Boys Size 8 Wolverine Undies with Red Elastic Waistband...complete with a thick, crusty smear of poo.
It had obviously been there for awhile. I said, "Alex, what is this?" He looked appropriately embarassed and fairly worried that he was going to get in big trouble.
It was one of those hard to yell at your kid moments, because when Dave and I saw what it was we burst out laughing. Alex joined in the revelry immediately, hoping to avoid a time-out (or worse TV banishment).
I mildly chastised him and reminded him that it's really not a good idea to hide stuff like that.
AND BECAUSE MY HUSBAND WILL ASK ME:
Yes Darling, I did remove and wash all the kitchen items...either by dishwasher or by hand as appropriate. And again, yes I also scrubbed out the inside of the drawer. The undies are in the outside garbage can. It's because I care.
Considering the purchase of a Haz-Mat Suit,
