October 6th, 2010

I walked in on Carson going through my purse today. He had eaten all my gum, played with my make-up and was currently taking all of the credit cards out of my wallet. He knew he was busted and tried the whole "I didn't know any better" look, but I wasn't fooled. I said "You get out of here, mister!" and he was up and out in no time. A few moments later he brought me an old shriveled up piece of zucchini as a peace offering. He handed it to me with a smile and a look that said "are we OK now?" I thanked him for the zucchini, but informed him that we are in no way even. I remember when Rachel would get into my purse and eat my gum. I would have mixed feelings of anger and panic. The anger because she had gotten into my things, the panic because I didn't know the outcome of a toddler eating a whole pack of gum. Now I am so used to it that I hardly bat and eye. If it really takes 7 years to digest a pack of gum, my kids have a whole tummy-full of it. No wonder they never eat anything I make!