The Lizard

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We have several rules in our house.
One that I'm the most stickler on is no toys in the kitchen.
No toys in MY kitchen.
Over and over again I remind the boys to keep their toys out of my space.
Off the hot stovetop.
Don't scratch the stainless steel!

There has been an exception to this rule the last few days.
It's a lizard.
Multicolored.
Missing it's tail.
Sitting on my kitchen floor.




I've almost picked it up several times but can't bring myself to.
Because every time I look at it I realize that one day there will be no offending critters on my floor.
I won't be yelling at the boys to remove their toys.
One day they will grow out of plastic lizards.
And I'm going to miss it...

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