My little one is developing cunning...
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gwywnnyddLittle stinker.
Last week, I am looking in the fridge, and realize I can't see one of the medicine bottles of Bug's. It's the bottle of ultra_nasty_tasting_medicine, as opposed to the bottle of nasty_tasting_medicine. I figure it's been moved, and start looking through the fridge.
Can't find it.
Ask someone to be my emergency stunt eyes.
They can't find it. I'm slightly comforted that I'm not blind, but concerned that I can't find the boy's meds.
J hears what's going on, he goes looking.
He can't find it.
Careful questioning of Bug reveals the information that *he* moved his meds. He is unwilling to reveal their current location.
We start looking in the cupboards he can reach.
In various hiding places in the living room.
And in the bedrooms.
And the backyard.
No meds.
Bug is still unwilling to reveal their location.
After two hours of looking, we give up. Bug doesn't get his meds that night.
The next morning, we are looking in the garbage. And the recycling bin. And the laundry hamper (and both machines). We send someone out to see if they're in the recycling bin outside.
Out of frustration, J starts pulling apart the garbage that's been moved from the kitchen to the wheely-bin*. And a freak sunbeam illuminates the plastic shopping bag that Bug disguised his meds in before stuffing them into the garbage.
J took great pleasure in waving the bottle in Bug's face when he came back inside. The boy;s expression was priceless. "Dammit! Busted!"
But seriously, that shows cunning.
I'm *so* hosed....
*best object name ever.
Last week, I am looking in the fridge, and realize I can't see one of the medicine bottles of Bug's. It's the bottle of ultra_nasty_tasting_medicine, as opposed to the bottle of nasty_tasting_medicine. I figure it's been moved, and start looking through the fridge.
Can't find it.
Ask someone to be my emergency stunt eyes.
They can't find it. I'm slightly comforted that I'm not blind, but concerned that I can't find the boy's meds.
J hears what's going on, he goes looking.
He can't find it.
Careful questioning of Bug reveals the information that *he* moved his meds. He is unwilling to reveal their current location.
We start looking in the cupboards he can reach.
In various hiding places in the living room.
And in the bedrooms.
And the backyard.
No meds.
Bug is still unwilling to reveal their location.
After two hours of looking, we give up. Bug doesn't get his meds that night.
The next morning, we are looking in the garbage. And the recycling bin. And the laundry hamper (and both machines). We send someone out to see if they're in the recycling bin outside.
Out of frustration, J starts pulling apart the garbage that's been moved from the kitchen to the wheely-bin*. And a freak sunbeam illuminates the plastic shopping bag that Bug disguised his meds in before stuffing them into the garbage.
J took great pleasure in waving the bottle in Bug's face when he came back inside. The boy;s expression was priceless. "Dammit! Busted!"
But seriously, that shows cunning.
I'm *so* hosed....
*best object name ever.
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