“New system!” I yell from the kitchen this morning, as I quickly rinse the breakfast dishes and slide them into the dishwasher. Ben is in the living room getting Sean ready for daycare. “Lobster magnet on the dishwasher! Lobster-face-up is clean! Lobster-face-down is dirty!” I put the magnet on the dishwasher facing down, and pause. “And um, lobster magnet on the floor means Sean’s been there.” We seem to need these third cases these days. I finish up the dishes and hear little feet on the kitchen floor. I look down. Time to lobster-magnet-on-the-floor = 30 seconds.
(Oh, and yes, the lobster is holding a glass of beer.)
And why wouldn’t a lobster be holding a glass of beer?! I love how he claps after accomplishing something!
Alasdair is also crazy about magnets. I bought some magnetic paint and used it to make a magetnic section on part of a wall in his room to hang his prolific art work. I stupidly painted this magentic section way up high (read – out of Alasdair’s reach). So now I have to constantly lift Alasdair up to the magnetic section to let him play with the magnets. What was I thinking painting it so high???