Traci helped mama move the stove this morning, cause mama dropped the teapot lid down the back. Silly. You have thumbs and you can't hold on to your teapot lid??
Well, at least she can use a can opener. Most of the time.
And guess what. She found a teaspoon under the stove, too. We've been missing a knife for the longest time, but it wasn't under there. Oh, and some kind of coffee pod thingy and an empty pill bottle were. She thought there might be money, but nope. Not that lucky.
We still wonder where the knife is. Traci asks us all the time. Did you find the knife? No. Not yet. It must be in the same place lone socks go and wash cloths. And red octopus (octopee?) go and toy mouses.
And of course, mom has one of those butcher block knife holders. Minus the one knife.
At least she remembers where my food is. Now, when to feed me, maybe not.
Just as long as she forgets about the *bath* she wants to give me!
Have a great Saturday, and good luck to the Olympians!