First I have to say that Hunter has a new way of communicating with me that can best be described as ‘bossy indignation.’ Wonder where he picked this up…
So today I was unloading the dishwasher and Hunter was flitting about hanging on my legs (millions of toys to play with but never more interested in Mommy than when I am trying to do something). He wandered away for a second and all of a sudden I hear, “HEY MOMMY. Hey MOMMY!” *insert indignant tone* I turn around and see him holding a carton of ice cream which was in the trash the last I saw it. “Mommy! DON’T THROW THIS!” Somehow he sniffed out an old ice cream carton and picked it out of the trash! I had to laugh. He told me, “There’s ice cream in dere!” I reassured him we have NEW ice cream, and kindly requested he stop taking things out of the trash!