…when your husband surprises you three weeks before your birthday with an early present, about which you’re both very excited, and it’s a trash can.
This trash can is somehow both a luxury and a necessity because not only does Liam still eat the trash can, making regular use of disinfectant wipes to rid the thing of e-coli and salmonella a common occurrence — he has now taken it to the next level of opening it and sticking his hand inside to see what treasures he may find — which you can imagine is pretty gross when the thing is over halfway full…
You’ve gotta give the kid credit for good timing since yesterday before Matt got home to give me the trash can Liam managed to knock the thing (and its contents) over onto the floor. By the time Matt got here it was in the bonus room. He’s also come home to find it on the kitchen table (sanitary, huh?). Do you know how hard it is to cook without a trash can?
Liam has already spent considerable time this morning trying to figure out how to unlock it — but so far he’s failed. I figure either he won’t ever crack the code of the latch (which is helpful for obvious reasons) or he’s a true engineer and he’ll figure it out tomorrow (and he’ll save a ton of money by going to Georgia Tech). It’s a win-win, I think.
The short version (which we all know I’m pretty much incapable of telling) is that I love my new trash can and I love my husband for giving it to me three weeks early. Am I boring or what…?
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