That was Big's answer to why there were crushed crackers all over my bathroom floor. The "he" in this case is the rubber alligator that we bought for 2.99 at the Alligator Farm in Hot Springs last summer. Apparently Big has been feeding him crackers. His belly is hollow and will hold what appears to be 1/2 of a sleeve of Ritz. Sadly, he can't keep his food down, especially when Big flips him upside down over my bathroom rug. Lovely.
After he lost his crackers, Big fed him two green grapes and took him to bed. Please let me remember to remove those grapes before they turn into prison wine.
Speaking of wine, Big accidentally took a Drink of mine last night. Thankfully he was not a fan and yelled, "GOSS, Mommy!" It's rotten!" Then he proceeded to use my shirt to wipe his tongue off for about two minutes. At least I know if I forget to empty the gator, Big won't be sneaking drinks of the brew. It's the little things that help me sleep at night. Or maybe it's the wine... Either way, CHEERS!
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