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So I have this friend who has a 3 year old little boy. This little boy is the CUTEST thing!! He is little and blond and has the biggest BLUE eyes you've ever seen!!

So this friend of mine is vacuuming one day. She's vacuuming in the living room with her three year old playing contentedly in the toy room with his baby sister. She's humming to her self, vacuuming away, just thinking to herself what an UNeventful day it had been in their home. This is an especially fantastic thing for this SAHM of 3, the oldest of which is 4.

Well, with the living room done, this friend goes to check on her son in the toy room, just to make sure he hasn't harmed his dear sweet self, or his baby sister.

Son is not in the toy room. Uh Oh.
Hmmmm.
The gate to the upstairs is open, maybe son has gone up the stairs. So mommy goes on the hunt for son upstairs, carrying baby with her, because that way at least she'll have a hand on ONE of the children.
Hmmmm.
No son in the upstairs bathroom.
No son in any of the four bedrooms or the closets.
Hmmmm.
Well, maybe he's hiding in the front hallway, playing hide and seek.
No son.
UH OH!!
Now my friend is beginning to panic. H!! She calls loudly!! H!! Where are you!?!
She checks the front door. Nope. Still locked.
She stumbles through the toy room, to the downstairs bathroom, and checks in the shower. Nope. No son.
The back door is still locked, and that can only be locked from the inside, so it's not as if he slipped out the door and somehow locked it.
H!!! H!!!!
Still, in her uncertainty, she walks outside, in the cold, with the baby still on her hip, and looks in the yard. In the front yard and back. NO SON.
WHAT ON EARTH! LORD HELP! she prays desperately. She comes into the house, ready to do a once over the whole house again.
Just as she shuts the back door and opens the pantry door, thinking he's hiding with the canned goods... she hears a giggle.
One tiny little "He He"
H!!!! Where are you!!
She looks under the kitchen table, in the shower again, in the toy room closet, under the changing table (you never know) calling his name the whole time.
This boy has never been so quiet in all his tiny little life. Where is he!?!?!
Just as she's about to lose it, she hears one little "he he" again.
Wait a minute. Why is that kitchen chair there? It's supposed to at least be next to the kitchen table, even if it's not put under it.
Hmmm. H?
Then it dawns on her. This chair is next to the trash can. Why is it there? Why didn't she notice this before (because she was in the beginning stages of a heart attack, that's why.)
To follow the path (thank you Dora) the end result would be ......
No. It can't be.
The end result.
Is
The
Top
Of
The
REFRIGERATOR!!!
What on earth!
does this child have monkey toes?
Wings I can't see?
Does that cute little Superman cape tied around his cute little neck actually bring the flying powers of the Man of Steel with it??
It must. Because that's the only explanation for why this little blond haired angel is smiling sweetly at his profusely sweating, jaw clenched, still clinging tightly to his sister Mother.
There are no foot holds, besides the chair and the trash can. All items that should be on the fridge are still in their rightful place (thanks to packing tape)
and yet
here is the son.
the middle child.
the heir to the S throne
sitting on top of the refrigerator.
His mommy must first find placement for the squirming small sister
and then she must climb on top of that kitchen chair herself and retrieve this smiling boy.


Or so this friend of mine told me.