Two days later, Puddin Pop loses a pencil under the fridge. It just rolled right on under. Since we have a gazillion pencils, I told her to get another and i would get it later. I realized after 5 minutes or so, that it was really quiet...too quiet. I called from the living room to PP and asked what she was doing. She said she was trying to get the pencil. I again told her I'd get it after a while. Imagine my horror when she came into the living room...with this
Bad Mommy. Bad, bad!
Knife in one hand, protective cover in the other, she proclaimed "It won't work." I knew exactly what she was referring to, Hubster looked at me puzzled. I quickly took the knife and put it in the drawer, vowing to get some child safety equipment to keep said drawer locked. I then removed the pencil with a handy tinker toy stick (hoping she catch that) and went right over to pour a glass of wine...to calm my nerves.