He spits it into my hand, juicy gum slobber and all. Where did he get gum?
I then remembered that Halle got a whole POUND of Sour Patch gum from her friend. I had told her when she first got it that she needed to put it out of her brother's reach. So I start yelling at Halle. "Your brother could have choked! I told you to keep it away from him!" She's telling me that she did by placing it up high on her bookshelf. She walks into her room. This is what she finds: one stool on top of another stool. I'm guessing he tried to reach with the first stool, and couldn't, so he put another one on top of that!!!! As you can see, the mother load of gum is sitting on the first shelf, and on the stools lies an open and empty package. Then I start freaking out (again) thinking of all the ways he could have broken his bones climbing up there... or how the whole bookshelf could have fallen on him.
So today I was doing some laundry and pulled a load of clothes out of the dryer. There was this super icky residue completely and utterly STUCK to every square inch of my dryer's drum. What in the world is it? Turns out Jack had some more pieces in his shorts pockets that I did not know about. Those wonderful treasures coated the whole dryer and probably the whole load of clothes (I haven't checked them yet because I'm too scared to look.)
|doesn't that look like a whole lot of fun to clean?|
So, if you ever need to get gum out of your dryer, you'll need a dry rag, a bunch of windex, and a whole lot of elbow grease.