So, today on the way home from nursery (and under considerable duress) I broke an age old rule of mine - no food or drink in the car. With the strong belief that my toddler wants to drop her sweets even less than I want her to drop them, I passed my two year old daughter some Smarties.
Said child munches shiny confectionery happily until just under a mile away from home when she sees a horse, gesticulates wildly and launches a solitary pink chocolatey disc into the air which then disappears down the side of the passenger seat. I think nothing of it, I'll retrieve it when we're home...
Ha!
On arrival at the house, it appears that pink chocolatey disc has jammed itself into the passenger seatbelt casing, wedged itself sideways and is not for moving. Cue big sense of humour failure from Mummy who begins to envision having to rip out passenger seat to obtain evil pink sweetie.
It's not like it had the decency to disappear completely, out of sight out of mind and all that, oh no - it's right there, shining out like a pink beacon and serving as a constant reminder of why you should always stick to your guns.
Well to cut a long story short, Damien is in bed and I have spent the last 1hr 15 mins teasing, poking and pliering a Smartie out of my passenger seat in the dark. Got the bugger though.
Katy: 1
Smartie: 0
My partner thinks I'm mentally ill and can't understand why I wouldn't just leave it there to mould away in the recesses of my car, so my question to you is this:
Am I obsessive compulsive? Could you have left it there??