Last night my husband and I went through a bunch of junk we didn't need anymore. We made a pile for the thrift shop and a pile to get rid of. Unfortunately my son found the get-rid-of pile as soon as he woke up and rescued from the top a broken Whoopee Cushion.
"I think we should fix this," he said.
"I think we should just get a new one," I said.
"No, Mommy," he said. "Reduce, reuse and recycle."
Time to bring out the Duct Tape.
(Note: The Duct Tape worked. Good Old Duct Tape. Further proof that my husband's theory of parenting is on target: All you really need is a ball, a stick, and a roll of Duct Tape.)
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