The Stash

Trying to be resourceful, I occasionally rotate out some of Jude's toys.  I hide some of the older ones and bring them out after months without them.  Jude inadvertently found the stash.  He saw the tupperware bin in my closet and thought it would be perfect for climbing.   As he began to mount it, a suspicious and familiar song came from the bin.  He stopped climbing and looked around.  Hearing nothing anymore, he resumed his task.  As he finally climbed up, the song began again.  He gasped...so he wasn't just hearing things.  He climbed down, and took of the lid.  He couldn't believe his eyes.  As he began to pull out the toys, one by one, I could see the disbelief on his face.  And the realization that Mommy was holding out on him.   I think he felt a little betrayed.  These were his toys, after all.  What right do I have to hide his toys?  He just kept saying, "Look!  Drum!  Oh!  Treehouse!" etc... Now, those toys are strewn all about the house, adding to the clutter I was trying to remedy.  

I guess I'll have to find a new hiding place.