Monday, August 6, 2012


The other day we couldn't find Master's water bottle from camp.  I know he brought it home because he was drinking it in the car, but Mom and Dad Boss couldn't find it.  So Master and I went to look in my car in case he left there overnight.

Master:  You look on that side and I'll look on this side (I found this funny because he wanted me to look on the side of the car that BabyGirl sits on, so it wouldn't have been there.  But whatever)

Me:  Not here

MofD:  Not here either

Me:  Look under the front seat.  Maybe it rolled under while I was driving.

MofD:  It's hard to look under there

Me:  Stick you hand under and see if you can feel it

MofD:  All I see is your cup holder under there

Me:  Cup holder?  Sweety there's not cup holder under my seat

MofD:  Yeah, it's mushy

Once he said mushy I got worried.  What is under my front seat that is "mushy?"  It couldn't be anything too gross because my car does not smell.  But still, when a 4 year old tells you there is something mushy under your seat, you get nervous.

MofD struggling to pull something out: Here it is!

What he pulled out was a can coolie (or coozie, whatever you call it) that I had actually been looking for for awhile.

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