… why I have three watering cans on the front passenger seat of my car.
Because they had to come in the car with us to daycare. Again.
And, brilliantly devious mother that I am, I managed to whisk them out of his grasp with a cheery, “All done cans! Say, ‘Bye-bye watering cans — we’ll see you tonight’!” just as we pulled up in the daycare parking lot.
He fell for it, so I avoided tug-of-warring with a toddler in front of all the other parents arriving at daycare.
Not to mention having to walk into the classroom with three watering cans in tow, as we did yesterday with a large white kitchen ladle. He clearly won that round. You could see it on his face — strutting around the room, ladle in hand, clearly taunting the other kids, “Look what I got y’all … something you’ve never seen. See? It’s new and it’s MINE — from MY house!”
Clearly we are attached to arbitrary domestic objects at the moment.