In a fit of Spring Cleaning, I tugged open the table and took the leaf out so I could deal with the nasty crustiness that builds up in the cracks. I hefted the leaf up and took it to lean it carefully against a wall. When I returned to the table, something caught my eye. I knelt down, then headed straight to the living room to stutter to my husband that there was a man-job at hand.
Because I didn't inspect it too closely, but I was concerned that the dark, shadowy thing on the cheese might have life in it.
Turns out it was just meat.
Dear Child of Mine,
I know who you are and now I know where
you're stashing your unwanted food stuffs. Listen to the words of your
Wise-To-Your-Wiley-Ways-Mama...I know. I know!
It is my wish that we never repeat this incident again, yes ma'am, Little One?