When you’re a parent, you find yourself saying What is that smell? rather a lot. In fairly short order, you learn that you probably don’t want to know the answer. You also learn that regardless of what is causing that smell, it is probably going to be up to you to deal with it. Lucky you!
When I find myself scrunching up my nose and saying What is that smell?, the answer is often rotting fruit. A smart parent would impose a rule that says we only eat at the table, but apparently I am not a smart parent. I try to discourage the consumption of messy food over carpeted areas, and in good weather I’ll send my kids outside with anything drippy and sticky, but I’m sort of haphazard about it. On top of that I have a fruits and vegetables are okay anytime policy, because I always want my kids to eat more fruit and veggies. All of this means that it’s not unusual for a child to wander off with an apple somewhere in my house, to eat while they play.
Of course, children being children, when they head off to eat an apple they rarely finish it, and it often doesn’t occur to them to properly compost the leftovers. They’re busy playing, or creating, or practicing standing on their heads. They don’t have time to think about cleaning up. And so, I’ve found rotting fruit in more places than I care to remember. Just for fun – or possibly because I like to torture myself – I thought I’d list all of the rotting fruit hideouts that I can remember.
It’s a good thing they’re so adorable
Places I Have Found Rotting Fruit
- In the toy box
- Under the couch, in both the living room and the family room
- In between the car seats in my car
- Under beds
- Behind the entertainment unit in the living room
- In the play kitchen
- Under the kids’ stools in the actual kitchen
- On bookshelves
- On dressers
- Under dressers
- In one of my shoes
- In my purse – and no, I didn’t put it there
- Behind my computer
- In the dirty laundry
- Mixed in with the art supplies
- Inside the school backpacks
I’m sure I’m forgetting some rotting fruit hiding places. They were probably so traumatic that I’ve erased them from my memory. I’m thinking it’s better that way.
What about you – what places have you found rotting fruit, or half-eaten peanut butter sandwiches, or goldfish crackers? I could use some commiseration!