Yeah. . . . my glasses are gone.
So Clara is having a little bit of difficulty with the concepts of "dirty" and "garbage".
For example:
I let her finish a glass of my water and said "Ok, its all done! Lets put the dirty glass in the kitchen."
She obediently took the glass into the kitchen and I thought "wow, that was really easy!"
And then I head a "Thud!" and the garbage can flap flapping.
"NO!! It's not GARBAGE!! It's just a dirty glass!"
She looked confused. I looked annoyed I'm sure. Because earlier that week I found her throwing away my dirty clothes. When I removed the half thrown-away article of clothing from the garbage I found already in the can two pairs of her dirty undies and one of her t-shirts.
I tell her all the time when I'm sorting out the laundry "no, pelase don't play with these, they're dirty." or "Put the clothes back in teh basket please, they're dirty".
So I guess she stood back one day and noticed the laundry bins by the garbage bins and was like "DIrty. Garbage. Hmmmmmmm."
Thus we come to about a week ago. My glasses go mysteriously missing from my nightstand before Church. no prob, wear sunglasses. Field the questions, search again when I get home.
A week later, after wearing my OSHA approved safety glasses for four days (until I could get the stupid plastic side eye guards off them) and then wearing my formerly-known-as OSHA approved safety glasses for another few days, Tyler and I reach the conclusion that Clara almost positively threw my glasses away.
>sigh<
At least I was able to get the stupid side guards off.
For example:
I let her finish a glass of my water and said "Ok, its all done! Lets put the dirty glass in the kitchen."
She obediently took the glass into the kitchen and I thought "wow, that was really easy!"
And then I head a "Thud!" and the garbage can flap flapping.
"NO!! It's not GARBAGE!! It's just a dirty glass!"
She looked confused. I looked annoyed I'm sure. Because earlier that week I found her throwing away my dirty clothes. When I removed the half thrown-away article of clothing from the garbage I found already in the can two pairs of her dirty undies and one of her t-shirts.
I tell her all the time when I'm sorting out the laundry "no, pelase don't play with these, they're dirty." or "Put the clothes back in teh basket please, they're dirty".
So I guess she stood back one day and noticed the laundry bins by the garbage bins and was like "DIrty. Garbage. Hmmmmmmm."
Thus we come to about a week ago. My glasses go mysteriously missing from my nightstand before Church. no prob, wear sunglasses. Field the questions, search again when I get home.
A week later, after wearing my OSHA approved safety glasses for four days (until I could get the stupid plastic side eye guards off them) and then wearing my formerly-known-as OSHA approved safety glasses for another few days, Tyler and I reach the conclusion that Clara almost positively threw my glasses away.
>sigh<
At least I was able to get the stupid side guards off.





