Yesterday I was helping Noah clean his room. The kid is emotionally attached to every little piece of junk in his room, so it's very difficult to declutter, since he's always around. I was stuffing things in my pockets to secretly dispose of when he wasn't looking. I loaded up the kitchen garbage can with the loot while he was still in his room. Then I carefully covered it up with other garbage.
Fast forward to this morning when I woke up at 2:30 a.m. I didn't go back to sleep, so I was wide awake when I heard Noah come out of his room at 3:30. I heard the refrigerator door open, followed by some rustling. After a few minutes, he went back to bed. When he got up this morning, I asked him about his middle of the night adventure. He admitted that he was rooting through the garbage to see if I had thrown away any of his "valuable property"! I cringed and asked if he had found anything. He said, "No. I only used the light of the refrigerator, so I couldn't see very well. I thought it would be my only chance to search without you seeing me."
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