I have a bad habit, of giving Cooper a box, to play with and break apart (it gets him from under my feet for a few moments)… so when today’s events happened, hubby was right, it was all my fault.
The teacher asked me if I could stamp the inside of each book, wrap it, and keep it a secret from my son (her student).
It didn’t take me long to do the task at hand, and I was happy, and got through it pretty quick!
When I came home, I had set the diaper bag and box on the couch, grabbed the contents, and went to work in the other room (up and away from Cooper who is 5 months old). I walked into the living room after I was done, something looked off and it took me a moment to realize… he ate the box!
~*Sorry*~
On a positive note, the portion (books, stamp, ink, wrapping) that was important, remained safer than my child’s home work (he only ate his homework once, thank God).
I joked with hubby, over the phone, as he reminded me I am the one that allowed the bad behavior (the box the two gallons of milk come in, hubby’s soda boxes, etc.)… is why it “came back to bite me in the box (rear)”…
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