Four nights ago we had fish for dinner. It’s not something that’s in our usual dinner rotation but I thought I’d give it a try in the name of healthy eating.
That was four nights ago. There’s been three meals a day cooked, each day since. Yet every time I’ve walked into the house post fish-fest, I get a whiff of tuna town. You can’t help but make a face.
Finally tonight after the kids are in bed, my husband turns to me with a look of concern and slight disgust, “Why does it smell like fish in here??”
Our eyes lock, the light bulbs go off and we each catch a flash of panic in the others eyes.
Without uttering a word, we’re both off. Him crouched down, peaking under the sofa, while I bee-line for the toys in the corner.
We’re opening trunks of toy cars and unzipping backpacks that belong to little dolls. Who knows where the mind of a two year old goes in the fish stashing process.
You can’t help but laugh. This is our normal; scouring the house for the mystery fish that we’re positive our two year old has tucked away somewhere.
Maybe she didn’t want to eat it. Maybe she really liked it and wanted to save it for later. Either is a valid possibility. All I know is candles and air freshener aren’t cutting it.
We might find it in the next couple days. Or we might just become known as that family whose house smells like fish.
Lisa
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