Tuesday, May 26, 2009

What Happens to My Stuff

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.

11 comments:

Cheryl Kauffman said...

It is amazing how kids think. How very thoughtful of him to give the birds your cooking utensils.

Erica Orloff said...

Cheryl:
I thought so, too.

:-)
E

booklover said...

Aww. That's cute!

Erica Orloff said...

booklover:
You aren't missing all your spoons. LOL!
E

Robin said...

I hope the birds are appreciative. They should freeze their leftovers in preparation for winter.

laughingwolf said...

SOMEbody has to feed the baby birds! ;) lol

Melanie Avila said...

ROFL!!

Double LOL -- my WV is ovensp.

Erica Orloff said...

Robin:
The birds keep flinging themselves at my front bay window, actually. I don't know how bright they are.
E

Erica Orloff said...

laughingwolf:
And leave it to Demon Baby to be the one to do it.
E

Erica Orloff said...

Melanie:
I didn't even get mad. It was just too ridiculous.
E

laughingwolf said...

i'm sure the birds never had it so good! ;)