Tell me I’m not the only one with a lock on their fridge…

It’s 4:00 and I am finally home from work. It’s been a long day. My kids are hungry, so am I. It’s finally time to make dinner. I’ve got this Carribean jerk chicken marinating and I think I am going to make some rice with it.

I go to my pantry and pull out the rice to cook it.

Wait.

Something isn’t right here.

The bag is opened. This only means one thing.

This was the work of a toddler.

LINCOLN.  See the picture below.  Last week I decided I was going to make bean and cheese burritos, only to find teeth marks in the tortillas.  I checked my kid’s teeth to find out who did it.  It was Lincoln.  I find this stuff ALL of the time.  We have a lock on our fridge.  We have gone that far to keep our kids out of getting into stuff.

Now, if only everything in life was toddler proofed…

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