A place for everything

Anyone have a hidey-hole? A place to keep your secret stash--your cash, maybe, or your fun-size Snickers? It's neat to have something hidden. To have things in a place that only you know about. And this is not true only for adults. Ruth loves to put things where her brothers can't find them, and Weston stockpiles toys and books under the couch cushions. And, this week I found out that even Max likes to play the hiding game. His hiding place was really good, too. And I probably wouldn't have found out about it for a very long time if he hadn't given himself away. He was attempting to climb up the side of a very large decorative pot I have sitting by the front door when it came crashing down, busting open and spilling all of it's secret contents. There were legos and books and puzzle pieces and balls and cars. But the item that really stood out--for it's special olfactory properties--was the sippy cup full of milk, which has been missing for a month or more. It had been slowly leaking onto the other contents of the pot and seeping into the pot itself, so that when it busted and everything came tumbling out, the entire house smelled like puke. And, as luck would have it, we were preparing to receive visitors in our home in just under half an hour. Lovely. I guess Max will have to find a new place to squirrel away his treasures. And I will definitely have to keep closer tabs on the sippy cups.