The top drawer of my nightstand holds all the small things—pens, old ipods, Tic Tac containers, buttons, keys, old glasses, school supplies, TUMS. Because we only have four drawers in our kitchen (seriously. FOUR), it’s what one might refer to as a junk drawer.
Me: Josh, what what what?
Josh:Â Mama, what is this, um, vibrating thing?
Me:Â *blink* *blink* *blink*
Josh: I’m taking it apart.
Me: I can see that.
Josh: What IS it?
Me: Give me that. Thanks for breaking my toy.
Josh: SHRUGS
Perhaps—on further thinking—the junk drawer is not the most appropriate place for a (now dismantled) pocket rocket.