A few weeks back I wrote about K's issue with the garbage disposal.
Yes...I'm sad to say, it's still going on. Daily. Hourly, even. She's still freaking out about food scraps going into the dreaded disposal.
This time, it came to me out of nowhere.
We had been playing outside. Seeing it was getting late, I suggested we come in and get ready for dinner. I pulled the stool up to the kitchen sink and K climbed up to wash her hands. I turned the water on and she started rinsing her hands.
I followed her eyes as she watched the water go down the drain and then, dun dun dun, she saw it.
"Not the watermelon!!" she wailed. "Get it out, Mama! You have to! Pleeease, Mama!"
She had watermelon with her lunch. But, since it had started to turn slimy she refused to eat it. I avoided the post lunch meltdown by just setting the bowl of spoiled watermelon on the counter. I waited until later when she was "napping" to clean up the dishes. I must have forgotten to turn on the disposal.
I will not make that mistake again. I'm learning as we go.
There it sat. Down in sink purgatory. Just waiting to be pulverized.
And of course...she would see it.
Darth Vader's been missing for three days now, and she can't seem to find him. But she has no problem spotting three cubes of watermelon deep down in the depths of the disposal.