Penguins

I’m slowly going insane.  I am being driven there in a navy blue minivan.  My wardens are all under 4 and a half feet tall, blonde, and cute as buttons.

Really though, this is the conversation I just had with Shush (now 5 years old.)

She comes up from feeding the cats in the basement with her stuffed animal in her hand.

I ask “Why was there a stuffed animal in the freezer in the basement?” (1st time)

Shush replies. “He’s not, he’s right here.”

Again I ask “Why was there a stuffed animal in the freezer in the basement?” (2nd time)

Shush responds “He’s not anymore, I took him out.”

Once again”Why was there a stuffed animal in the freezer in the basement?” (3rd time)

Her retort “He wasn’t in the freezer, he was in the fridge.”

I’m going to loose it soon, I feel it coming on.”Why was there a stuffed animal in the fridge(corrected)  in the basement?”

Very calmly she replies, while looking at me like I am the crazy one “Because he is a penguin.”

Then she runs out to play in the backyard with her sisters.

I just want to point out that I am going crazy, and as frustrating as this conversation was, that is not the reason I am currently doubting my facilities.

You have to understand that I saw said penguin in the fridge yesterday while I was putting away some groceries, and didn’t do anything other than note his current location.