Lately, Rhema is into hiding things, namely, food. My mother-in-law was visiting from Michigan last week. She went to fix herself a nice, quiet cup of tea, but when she opened the teapot she found a Ziploc bag containing (what we think were) awfully smelly, blackened, fuzzy strawberries. No telling how long they’d been there.
Today I found the crusts of her $6.39 GFCF pizza (she only eats the soy cheese) in one of my books bags.
When I served her tator tots this weekend, I watched her wrap the tots in a paper towel and stash them (in a perfect row, of course) in a desk/cabinet where we keep a phone. There I found a large family of old tator tots just waiting for others to join them. (Good sorting skills, I’m thinking – putting the old tots with the new tots and not with the rotting strawberries in the teapot).
Speaking of hiding places, she’s found a new one for herself.
(Yes, we’ve tried safety locks on the dryer, freezer, refrigerator and toilet. She’s long since figured those out.)
When she’s not hiding in the dryer, she can be found in the bath tub. The girl is absolutely obsessed with bubbles baths lately. The only problem is as soon as I turn my back, she dumps the entire bottle into the tub. She.is. FAST. I have spent a small fortune in bubble bath and bath soap.
Recently, I started hiding (seems to be a theme) the bottles of bubble bath. But Rhema, despearate for bubbles, will grab the nearest bottle of whatever and run upstairs, disrobe, jump in the tub, and dump the whole bottle in. To date, she has bathed in hand soap, vegetable oil (her favorite), Olay refreshing toner, baby oil, shampoo and glitter finger nail polish. The other day, I did manage to stop her from bathing in Coppertone SPF 50.
So. I’m not one for bloggy giveaways, but I thought you might like to hazard a guess as to what she took a bath in yesterday???
To the first person who guesses correctly, I will send a copy of my book, Sunburned Faces. (I wrote this book long before I had children.)