My daughter brought home a little rubber bat toy from school today, a gift from her teacher. We had stopped at Target to do some shopping on the way home, and entered the house laden with a gift for one of the two birthday parties she is attending tomorrow and enough Halloween candy to choke a ghost (see what I did there?).
We offload the
trick-or-treat supplies in the kitchen and N. dashes off to the
bathroom. After she comes out and is chattering away at her daddy, it's
my turn in there. Suddenly I hear a voice outside the door.
Anxiously: "Mom, did I leave my bat in there?"
look around and don't see it right away. "Uhhhh... let me check." I
finally find it, lying flat on the counter, oddly enough it's hidden
under one of the hairbrushes. I exit and give it to her. "Why was he
under a hairbrush...?
She grabs the bat and runs off to show it to her father. "So he wouldn't peek at me while I went potty!"
Of course. Why didn't I think of that?