Mr Dinosaur Makes His Way to the Fridge

I can always tell when Sam has been in the fridge. When I open the door to it there lay his toys. In a lot of cases he hears me coming and drops everything, slams the refrigerator door, and b-lines it to the living room. Other times he may actually think Mr. Dinosaur needs some food. Who really knows?

I always tell him to ask me first before pawing through all the food with his grubby hands, yet I am always finding his toys scattered about. Some days Spiderman could very well be resting up against a block of Monterey Jack cheese. Other days the Hulk has climbed half way up the jug of milk.

-sillydad