Since we started talking about child-rearing, one thing about kids is that they somehow manage to sneak a pair of atrociously stinky socks into the unlikeliest places. I routinely reach into an elegant handbag and encounter a pair of very putrid socks.
They are like cats who mark territory.
Ours have always marked their territory with toys. Lately, we’ve had to clear trucks out of our bed every night before we can turn in. Those little diecast ones can be surprisingly stealthy.
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It’s lego in our house. Every once in a while, we collect up all the pieces and tiny sculptures that have piled up all over the living room surfaces and take them back to the playroom but I swear only a nanosceond passes before more shows up 😀 Re: stinky socks. We had visitors once and all the kids decided to play a game where they “stink-bombed” all the adults with my son’s stinky socks, lol.
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I’m very glad that Klara’s interest in Lego was short-lived because those Lego pieces are very poky and stepping on them is torture.
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