It could be age, could be hormones, it could just be me being naturally forgetful and trying to look for an excuse. Today I found a package of tortillas on the spare bed. I have no recollection of how they got there. In fact, I have been looking for those tortillas for days. Luckily, I am married to a man who buys a new package of tortillas every time we go to the store. But still... I want to know how they got there. Here are my theories:
1. They were trying to escape into Canada. The plan was to climb out the back window and swim across the river. But when they realized that we are on the 5th floor, they had to settle for the mere sight of the shores of Windsor, Ontario.
2. Henry put them there. I've been eating a lot of Mexican lately and he was sick of it. He hoped that by hiding the tortillas, I would forget about it and move on to pizza. Unfortunately, he is only 2 months old and has not yet mastered the art of hiding.
3. The other tortillas had grown jealous of my favoritism and pulled a Joseph-in-Egypt-brothers-throwing-him-in-a-hole kind of job. And to think, the next day I settled for a generic brand....
1. They were trying to escape into Canada. The plan was to climb out the back window and swim across the river. But when they realized that we are on the 5th floor, they had to settle for the mere sight of the shores of Windsor, Ontario.
2. Henry put them there. I've been eating a lot of Mexican lately and he was sick of it. He hoped that by hiding the tortillas, I would forget about it and move on to pizza. Unfortunately, he is only 2 months old and has not yet mastered the art of hiding.
3. The other tortillas had grown jealous of my favoritism and pulled a Joseph-in-Egypt-brothers-throwing-him-in-a-hole kind of job. And to think, the next day I settled for a generic brand....
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