When the girls were little, I would put stuff on top of the refrigerator to hide it until I could move it. I still put something there if I need a quick hiding place. Turns out I need a new hiding place.
The blond twin said, "Hey Mom, what is that pink thing on top of the fridge?"
I said, "Huh?" (Yes, I know you're impressed with my quick, crafty response.)
She replied, "Mom, the pink thing in the plastic on top of the fridge. It must be mine because it's pink."
I looked up on top of the fridge to see a pink shirt I bought as a Christmas present. It took a minute for me to reply because the realization that she was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar looking at the top of the fridge took a minute to settle in.
My first thought was simple: When did she get tall enough to see on top of the fridge?
I said, "No. It's tissue paper in the wrapper. It's not for you."
Okay, it was another lame comeback, but it was the quickest thing I could think of at that moment.
As soon as the girls left the room, I moved the shirt. Then I started scouting a new hiding place. Of course, I could just put everything in our bedroom as soon as I buy it, but we know that won't always happen. I'm still working on a new hiding spot. It's probably not all that hard, but I keep getting distracted with the idea that she's so tall now.
When did she get so tall?