This weekend, I went shopping with the $570 worth of cash and check donations that I'd
Saturday afternoon, husband and I also popped out to get some cat food and a few kitty gifts for the holidays. I was about to start organizing all the purchases when I hear rustling from under the dining table just to find that Deuce had extracted one of his gifts from among the melee of bags, and was attempting to remove it from the cardboard backing.
Being the mean mom that I am, I took the toy away from him, stuffed it back in the bag and tucked the bag in among all the others. Later that evening, the little smart-ass had found the bag with his toys in it again, dragged it across the room, and was once again trying to help himself to a toy. Gifts and toys everywhere but he still figured out exactly what was his. The toys are now hiding on the top shelf of the closet (shhh...don't tell him where it is).
- the pincushion he took right out of my hands [see picture]
- the treats he removed from on top of the fridge and ate before depositing the
- the bag of toys he removed from the bathroom cabinet and threw all over the living room
- the hanks of yarn that he tried to sneak out of the room with...in front of me.