I’ve been making an attempt to clean out our closets and stuff. Just get rid of things before we buy more stuff for Christmas. It’s been a good enough effort. Except I haven’t actually gotten rid of the things yet.
I had a small trash bag of Addy’s old, broken toys in a bag and didn’t get rid of it fast enough (it wasn’t full). And she found it. And shit got real.
From the other side of the apartment I hear:
“HEY. This is my stuff.”
“What you trying to do to my stuff?”
“HEY THIS IS MY STUFF WHY MY TOYS IN THIS BAG”
Then she takes the bag in the living room to Brownlee.
“Daddy what Mommy doing to my stuff?”
First of all. How did she know it was me? Brownlee takes out the trash. Also I was in the bathroom on the other side of the house so I don’t know if she wanted to get the questioning out of the way or if she just couldn’t find me or what. I was doubled over in silent laughter. I only assume she came around the corner like this:
So I tell her that they were old toys and it was time to throw them away and she gave me the silent treatment. When she is mad at us for various reasons, she just goes in her room and sulks and plays with her toys until she gets bored enough to forgive us. Or just really wants to watch Ninja Turtles.
After a few minutes I go in to check on her cause Brownlee said she was still salty. She threw a small ball at me. Then we hugged it out.
At least I thought so.
She comes back in the living room later offering her dad chocolate. He’s like “yeah. Wait. Where’d you get chocolate.”
Part of the trash was a goodie bag from a birthday party she went to in August. A Jake and the Neverland Pirates party with chocolate gold deblumes. August.
She was literally yelling about her treasure. Like how does Mom have the audacity to throw my deblumes away.
They ate them.