We are pretty good about keeping the house clean, but with two kitties and a toddler, the house is not spotless. Ever since she was old enough to roll around on the floor, we’ve trained Claire that some things are “icky” and shouldn’t be put in her mouth.
Even at such an early age, she was great at finding those things, picking them up in her tiny pincer grasp and saying, “Icky. Icky. Icky!” If you didn’t pay attention, it would go in her mouth, but if you were on top of your game, you’d be handed a nice little prize. And, for the record…Claire could literally follow the vacuum cleaner and still find ickies.
So, what do I do with all these ickies? Of course, I make a special trip to the trashcan for really gross items, but if they are mostly harmless, I put them in my pocket.
Over the months, this habit has continued for both Claire and me. She finds ickies throughout the day and hands them to me. And at the end of the day, I have the strangest things in my pocket: A tuft of kitty fur, a piece of shredded paper from the shredder, a tiny piece of a magazine or book, a piece of lint, and strange things that are best left to the imagination…
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