A stale piece of chewed gum.
Sticky, brown apple core.
Wilted lollipop stick.
Puh-leeze tell me I'm not the only mother who is mistaken for a waste receptacle on a daily, nay, hourly, basis.
Sometimes it's that little Chiquita banana sticker...or a string cheese wrapper...or their half-licked yogurt lid.
My favorite are the straw wrappers off the juice boxes. Clingy little bastards.
I'm convinced my children must think I actually LIKE these little Gifts of Garbage bestowed upon me by their grubby little hands.
Sometimes I'm even lucky enough to receive the Grand Prize!
A rogue booger pressed firmly into my palm with a passing, "Here, Mom!"
Isn't that precious? (I guess the bright side is that they're not eating them, right?)
Why my boyz can't walk the extra 3 steps to the garbage can is a mystery I have yet to solve...
Got any mysteries in YOUR Trenches?