Later I put on pants and had a snack. It was an apple.
Anyway, as soon as I was done eating and got out of my highchair, Mama asked me where the apple was. It was about time you thought to just ask me. So I walked over the the side of the couch and tapped the bottom. Duh. It was right there.
Needless to say, my dessert apple never tasted so sweet.
|Best apple ever.|
*Note from Mama: we checked under the couch numerous times, but we looked from the front, not the side. The apple was situated where it was blocked from view from the front, but easily seen from the side. Also, we are nincompoops.