For the life of me, I have not been able to find any of my wooden spoons in the kitchen. This is a pain when making sauces. I thought . . . Do they WALK out of this house? Am I losing it? Has the stress finally caused me to crack?
As I stepped outside today, I happened to look in the bushes outside my front door.
Mystery solved.
Demon Baby confessed to throwing them out the window.
So the birds can cook.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
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11 comments:
It is amazing how kids think. How very thoughtful of him to give the birds your cooking utensils.
Cheryl:
I thought so, too.
:-)
E
Aww. That's cute!
booklover:
You aren't missing all your spoons. LOL!
E
I hope the birds are appreciative. They should freeze their leftovers in preparation for winter.
SOMEbody has to feed the baby birds! ;) lol
ROFL!!
Double LOL -- my WV is ovensp.
Robin:
The birds keep flinging themselves at my front bay window, actually. I don't know how bright they are.
E
laughingwolf:
And leave it to Demon Baby to be the one to do it.
E
Melanie:
I didn't even get mad. It was just too ridiculous.
E
i'm sure the birds never had it so good! ;)
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