So here I am, carefully cutting up veggies, pulling out homemade chicken nuggets and apple cinnamon muffins out of the freezer to thaw in the fridge overnight, wrapping a peanut butter sandwich (with an extra dollop of love, mind you) in cellophane and neatly setting each item in a designated spot in the fridge or out on the counter so my hubby can just grab and go (and momma can rest assured her lamb chop got wholesome meals for the day.) This is all accompanied by a written list of what to give and when. Go me!
Well I call around noon to check in with my lovies and chat with grandma who was watching Eli for a bit so daddy could run some errands, and asked how he did with lunch. Here's how the conversation went down:
Gramma: I didn't understand what you meant when you wrote 'give the PB&J, (minus the J) and triskets (on the back counter)"
Me: what do you mean you don't get it? It was supposed to be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich but I didn't have jelly so it's just peanut butter...minus the jelly."
Gramma: oh, I thought you meant to put the peanut butter on the trisket so that's what I did. I don't see any sandwich...?
Me: How can you not see a sandwich?? It's sitting RIGHT next to the box of triskets, they are practically touching.
Gramma: Lindsay, there is NO sandwich on that counter or any counter in this kitchen!
Me: Oh jeeze mom. Well I'll text Aaron and see if he knows what happened to it.
I proceed to text my hubby who has no clue what I'm talking about and denies my accusation of him stealing his own son's sandwich. Now I'm beside myself because I am 100% certain I made that sandwich, cut off the crusts, wrapped the dang thing in cellophane and put it on the counter! My hubby decides to call me since its getting ridiculous to have this
Hubby: Babe, I never saw a sandwich on the counter I don't know what you're talking about.
Me: I made Eli his sandwich for lunch and placed it next to the box of triskets on the counter. It's not like we have a dog or anything...
Hubby: Maybe Eli ate it for breakfast.
Me: What?? Didn't you give him the pancakes I told you were already made and in the freezer?
Hubby: Yeah, I did.
Me: Soooo, how would he have eaten the sandwich for breakfast if our toddler still relies on you to make his breakfast?? Did he eat the pancakes in his high chair or what?
**Anybody else exasperated yet????
Me: Babe seriously! How could he have helped himself to the sandwich across the room on the counter if he was strapped in his high chair???
Hubby: No. He finished the pancakes in his high chair and when he was done I wiped him down and got him out. I then let him play in the living room while I changed. When I came back out he had crumbs on his lips and I asked him was he was eating. He didn't answer and I didn't think anything of it because I figured he just found one of his snacks lying around and ate it like he's known to do.
Me: So you think he got a hold of that sandwich on the counter and ate it while you were changing??
Hubby: Sure sounds like it, although he musta been really hungry because he ate that in addition to his 2 pancakes then.
Me: Oh man. Well you better check his toy bin and the couch for peanut butter everywhere. Where's the cellophane if he took it????
Hubby: No clue. Havent seen it.
Well folks, mystery solved. This is what I found on the floor in our bedroom when I got home:
|Exhibit A: Cellophane wrapping|
Ok well, it's been a long day and I need to get to bed but I thought it was a funny story and wanted to share it. To think, if we had a dog he totally would have gotten blamed for this! Makes me think of all the poor doggies out there wrongfully accused because of sneaky toddlers!
Na Night folks. Until next time....