Now that my eldest is a little older he sometimes gets his own breakfast, well the other weekend he couldn’t find the clover to butter his toast so he shouted Mr A into the kitchen.
Going into the kitchen Mr A looked in the fridge before calling upstairs to tell me that we were out of clover, knowing I’d only just bought some I trotted down stairs.
After glancing in the fridge, I emptied it, completely. Followed by the freezer just in case and the kitchen cupboards watched all the while by my eldest and Mr A. Just as I’m starting to wonder if I’ve imagined buying it I spot it, in front, almost touching two plates of cold toast.
My eldest says he didn’t spot it, Mr says he thought it was empty and I really didn’t think to look on the work top in front of the plates of toast!