King of my heart.
King of the TV remote control.
King of the chocolate milk. And don't you forget that. Because if you dare touch the king's chocolate milk,
then off with your head.
And, King of Getting Into Everything.
Seriously, he gets into everything.
Like the bathroom cupboards.
It brings the king great joy to host his own private q-tip and cottonball snowdays right here in Arizona.
And also the freezer.
Because cool things happen to things from the freezer that you hide in other places, like the clothes dryer.
Especially bags of frozen chicken breasts in the clothes dryer.
Great fun.
And my secret stash of Hot Tamales.
(Sorry about that one Your Highness... if I had known the King was so adept at maneuvering counter height stools to upper kitchen cabinets I may have chosen to crave a less spicy treat. Or hide it better...)
And, today,
Ah, yes,
today he was the king of getting into the teensy space between the driver's seat of my car and the console, from which he extracted my cell phone so that he could call Dora the Explorer.
(!)
Yep, the same cell phone that has been missing for about 4 days.
Royal treatment earned.
The End.
Yeah, he found it! Glad you have your lifeline again. hehe.
ReplyDeleteSO glad!
ReplyDeleteRemember what it was like when you needed to talk to someone right away, but you were miles away from home, so you had to hunt down a public payphone (they still exist!) AND dig in the car cupholder for spare change, AND remember the phone number - which you couldn't, so you had to dig for more spare change to call someone who could look it up for you first...
Remember? Oh man, I do now!
Thank you, thank you, O creator of cell phones.
SO glad!
Hooboy, I wouldn't have wanted to clean up that chicken mess in the dryer. Nor wonder what happens to the clothes for the first few loads after that. I learned much about Isaac on this post!
ReplyDeleteThank goodness for QA on the freezer bags... only leaked a little, so thankfully the greatest casualty was the completely thawed and stinky chicken. Still... undesirable I must say.
ReplyDeleteMiss you, C! So happy to run into you in bloggerland.