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.
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…