Sometimes you just have to roll with it, or shove it down a hole.

The other day as I was reveling in my electrically heated home Sophie asked for an apple. Sophie likes apples. I like her to eat something besides sausage and gum, so I said yes. And since I was in such a whimsical mood I let her walk about the house eating it. Such was the whimsy that when Keegan took her apple to eat (he likes apples too, but not sausage) I let her get another one. Stay with me here people, that's two apples rolling around the house. And then, mysteriously, there was just one. Sophie had misplaced her apple. As she and I were searching for it, her in panic and me resigned to finding the dumb thing so she would calm down, I heard a noise. "Creak, Thud, thump, thud, thump, thud, thump, creak."

I immediately knew what had happened to Sophie's apple. Keegan, who relishes putting stuff where it doesn't belong, had shoved the apples down the cat door into the basement where they thud, thumped their way down the stairs. So now there were no apples, unless you count in the basement where there now resides two apples, albeit covered in cat litter and basement funk. Sophie was distraught and Keegan was pleased as punch because NOT ONLY did he get to shove something down the hole, but he ALSO got to irritate Sophie. It was a red letter day for Keegan, both his favorite activities combined into one glorious occasion.

I'm just glad the apples didn't join the soccer ball, match box cars and shoe in the toilet.