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resonantMy father sent the kidlet a pair of tiny latex gloves. One's green and one's blue. I have no idea where he found latex gloves small enough for a four-year-old's hands.
The kidlet decided that the best thing to do with a pair of child-size latex gloves was to fill them about a third full of water, wrap rubber bands around the wrists, and put them in the freezer.
Of course they aren't well closed, and they leak a bit. When I got tired of the game, I picked them up off the child-level shelf and put them up high in the freezer to keep them out of sight until I could get a chance to throw them out when the kidlet isn't looking.
Which is why I opened the freezer door this morning and saw two little wrinkly child-sized hands spilling runnels of ice down the back of the freezer.
The kidlet decided that the best thing to do with a pair of child-size latex gloves was to fill them about a third full of water, wrap rubber bands around the wrists, and put them in the freezer.
Of course they aren't well closed, and they leak a bit. When I got tired of the game, I picked them up off the child-level shelf and put them up high in the freezer to keep them out of sight until I could get a chance to throw them out when the kidlet isn't looking.
Which is why I opened the freezer door this morning and saw two little wrinkly child-sized hands spilling runnels of ice down the back of the freezer.
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Date: 10/7/03 06:51 pm (UTC)Me: No more snacks. It's almost dinner time.
Kidlet (full of outraged logic): It's not a snack. It's cornflakes.