by tracybanaszynski

H squirrels things.

The magnets and the spoons go under the refrigerator. The measuring cups go under the stove. The rocks go in the shoes. The magnetic wheels and the dirty socks go in the recycling bin. The thin rod from the cone sorting toy goes underneath the closet door. The cylinder block goes in the box of towels to donate to the vet. The red T and the green H go between the stereo and the television. The wooden baby comb goes in the wine storage box. The rocks and the sticks go in my mouth. Everything goes in the car seat.

One magnetic wheel is still missing. What a delight it will be to open a door or drawer someday and discover where H has squirreled it away.