They seem to have disappeared. Well, not quite all of them. I think there is one floating around the kitchen someplace. I just don't understand it. I washed every dish in the kitchen, and brought the ones out of the living room, and yet, when I was finished there were no table knives to be found.
I am pretty sure I know the reason. Of course it could be something more obscure like the rats have been stealing the knives to make slides for their inner wall playground (except we haven't seen or heard a rat since we caught the one, and our traps have yielded no dead ones either). Or maybe the boys threw them all out of the second story window. (I haven't seen any knives in the yard though.) More likely, all 12-16 of those knives have been used by the boys to pick the lock on the bathroom door. I bet I will find some slipped underneath the pile of folded towels in the linen closet, or just on the floor outside the bathroom door, in the corner, or under the sink in the bathroom. One of the joys (insert sarcasm here) of having only one bathroom is that invariable more than one person needs to use it. Even our three year old knows how to pick the lock, and he isn't even potty trained. At least one, and often two or three of the boys will need to use the bathroom when I am in the shower. They knock, and after they figure out that I am going to stay in the shower where they can't see me, and I can't see them, they will pick the lock and come in to do their business. I can only hope that I am lucky enough that they won't come in when the hot water is almost gone, because then I have to stand there in the shower stall, dripping and freezing until they are out of the bathroom.
Maybe tomorrow I will offer a reward for the return of the table knives. Lucky for me the boys are easily bribed and they will do all the work for me. Until then, I will continue to butter my bread with a chopstick, or any other handy knife-like utensil.
I am pretty sure I know the reason. Of course it could be something more obscure like the rats have been stealing the knives to make slides for their inner wall playground (except we haven't seen or heard a rat since we caught the one, and our traps have yielded no dead ones either). Or maybe the boys threw them all out of the second story window. (I haven't seen any knives in the yard though.) More likely, all 12-16 of those knives have been used by the boys to pick the lock on the bathroom door. I bet I will find some slipped underneath the pile of folded towels in the linen closet, or just on the floor outside the bathroom door, in the corner, or under the sink in the bathroom. One of the joys (insert sarcasm here) of having only one bathroom is that invariable more than one person needs to use it. Even our three year old knows how to pick the lock, and he isn't even potty trained. At least one, and often two or three of the boys will need to use the bathroom when I am in the shower. They knock, and after they figure out that I am going to stay in the shower where they can't see me, and I can't see them, they will pick the lock and come in to do their business. I can only hope that I am lucky enough that they won't come in when the hot water is almost gone, because then I have to stand there in the shower stall, dripping and freezing until they are out of the bathroom.
Maybe tomorrow I will offer a reward for the return of the table knives. Lucky for me the boys are easily bribed and they will do all the work for me. Until then, I will continue to butter my bread with a chopstick, or any other handy knife-like utensil.
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