Anyway, as I was making dinner- I hear a loud thud- but think nothing of it since both my boys are eager to let me know if something is wrong and I didn't hear anything. So- I continue to make my dinner.
Next thing I know... I see Wade walking in to the kitchen and said "Mommy, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."
Here's what I see: (I'll let the pics do the talking...)
My dream pig- I love this thing- We never really said what the money in the dream pig would be for- but it was always an exciting thing to put money into. Ben would go play poker, and put his winnings in. If I had extra money at the end of the week that I hadn't spent it would go in the dream pig. Occasionally our tip money from bartenting would go in there. It was also always fun to try to guess how much we had saved. Here's what it looked like before the incident:
And that is what it looked like after... Now, you might say "just glue it back together" and to that I say - uh- no. :) The change in this thing was heavy, I mean, it was heavy for me... and to think that it nearly missed my son's little toes, scares me. I'm so grateful that he hopped out of the way- otherwise, we would have a 4yr old with a cast on each foot... not my idea of a Merry Christmas :)
So, I'll look for something else to store my "dream" money in, but for now- my green tupperware is safe. :)
