We had just come in from a long hike in the woods. My kids -- Eli, 6 years, and Micah, almost 4 -- were acting out an elaborate fantasy, pretending they were lost in the woods. In their fairytale world, our house was not actually ours, but instead one we'd stumbled upon in search of food & warmth (a scenario, no doubt, inspired by Goldilocks and three bears, a current bedtime story fave). Upon entering, they walked into the living room and exclaimed: "Wow, they have a TV and a Wii just like at our house!" Next, they made their way over to the kitchen table, spotting their leftover lunch: "They had tortellinis for lunch, just like we did!" And then over to the fridge for a peek inside: "Look! They have a big bag of carrots in their fridge, just like we do. And a jug of pee! Just like in our fridge. Wait... a jug of pee.. this must be our house!"
I though my fellow cushies and other friends who are hip on the my jug-peeing antics would get a kick out of this story :)
Proper update forthcoming.
