This is Junior's Retro Rocket. It has a seat which opens and we have a squirrel-like child who stores things in the seat. My keys that went missing a few months back? Yep. So now I'm smarter. I check the Retro Rocket every few days to ensure my daughter hasn't been sequestered away, and to, you know, get to know my little son a bit better.
Current content: one unwrapped tampon, a Dove deodorant (no wonder I couldn't find it for an overnight stay last week and had to take Husband's AXE.) A pen, two paper circles and a piece of train track. I think the Dept. of Homeland Security would be proud. At least, his momma (who will clearly be set should a bomb drop on us) is swelling with pride.
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